By the tranquil lake, a sentinel stands, A tree adorned in winter's icy bands. Its branches reach like fingers cold, In the silent dawn, a story unfolds. Frost-kissed leaves shimmer in the morning light, Capturing the essence of the crisp night. a cold clear mountain morn nature's artistry is born, In the embrace of winter, the tree stands adorned. Beneath the canopy, a hush whispers through, As the lake mirrors the sky's deep azure hue. Each frosty breath reveals delicate lace…