In a field where winter’s breath does reign,
Stand tall, these glass-walled giants, green.
Amidst the snow, a vibrant scene,
A testament to nature’s wondrous sheen.
Frost-kissed leaves, in silence sway,
As sunlight dances on the glass each day.
Bare branches, laden with snow’s soft weight,
Create a canvas, pure and delicate.
Within these walls, a world apart,
An art event, a beacon, shining smart.
Creativity flows, unrestrained,
In this oasis, where minds are free to reign.
Exhibits gleam, a kaleidoscope of hues,
Each piece a whisper of the artist’s muse.
Visitors wander, lost in awe,
In this winter wonderland, a magical lair.
The glass reflects the world outside,
A symphony of ice and snow, so wide.
Yet within, a different tale unfolds,
Where art and nature, in harmony, console.
So here, in the Winter Garden, a sight to behold,
Where winter’s grace and art’s spirit unfold.
A sanctuary, where the soul can rest,
In this winter’s tale, forever blessed.
