Beneath the winter’s icy veil,
Emerges life so pure and frail,
Snowdrops whisper tales of spring,
In soft, white blooms, they gently sing.

Through frost and snow, they pierce the ground,
Silent whispers, without a sound,
Heralds of a warmer time,
In their presence, hope does climb.

Fragile petals, white as snow,
In the cold, they bravely grow,
Symbols of a new beginning,
In their grace, there’s no pretending.

The snowdrops dance in morning light,
A delicate, enchanting sight,
Winter’s end they gently call,
As spring awaits beyond the wall.