In the silent hush of winter’s grace,
Snowdrops bloom with tender face.
Their petals whisper tales untold,
In a world of white, so pure and cold.

Beneath the frost, they find their way,
Emerging soft at break of day.
A symbol of hope, they gently rise,
To greet the dawn with sparkling eyes.

The wind may howl, the snow may fall,
Yet snowdrops stand so brave and tall.
Through winter’s chill, they hold their ground,
A delicate beauty, so profound.

As seasons change, they fade away,
But in our hearts, they always stay.
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s art,
Snowdrops sing to the human heart.