As snowflakes softly fall on Kyoto's ground,
The city's hush is nature's sweetest sound.
A temple stands tall, its roof adorned with snow,
A sacred place of beauty, a sight to behold.
Silence reigns supreme, a peaceful calm,
As snowflakes blanket the temple's charm.
Amidst the stillness, frozen blooms arise,
And temple's peace reflects in people's eyes.
Each crystal petal holds a frozen grace,
A testament to winter's gentle pace.
In this snowy scene, a beauty untold,
A wonderland of silver and of gold.
The temple's gates, a warm and peaceful hue,
Invite the faithful and the tourists too.
And in this moment, a sense of awe,
As silence deepens, and snowflakes fall.
So let the snowfall weav...