Beneath the frost, where silence lies,
In gardens still and cold,
Snowdrops bloom with gentle sighs,
Their petals pure and bold.

Winter’s breath, a chilling kiss,
Yet life persists anew,
Snowdrops rise through ice and mist,
In fields of crystal dew.

Their heads bowed low, a humble grace,
They herald spring’s return,
In nature’s quiet, sacred space,
Where life begins to yearn.

Oh, snowdrops fair, in winter’s thrall,
You teach the heart to see,
That even in the coldest fall,
There lies eternity.