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 weave its magic spell,

As winter's grip on Kyoto softly swells.

For frozen blooms, snow on temple's roof,

Bring forth a scene of grace and a sacred proof.