The Snowflakes twirl over woodland,  Painting it white with magic wand,  A few leaves linger on the branch,  After braving strong avalanche,  Where do all hapless birds and beasts cautiously curl? Perhaps in the caves or dens as the snowflakes twirl,  Lovely lake has lost its blue sheen, Landscape lies quiet and serene, Frost has now every sight blurred,  Musical songs are no more heard , Still the magical winter all beauty surpass, A silvery renewed glory lovely lake has.