Amidst the cold and frozen earth they rise,
Snowdrops whisper secrets to the skies.
Tiny blooms with petals white and pure,
Heralds of spring, their promise sure.

In winter’s heart, their courage grows,
Defying frost and icy blows.
Gentle heads bow to the ground,
In silence, they make no sound.

A symbol of hope in the darkest days,
They bring a light in subtle ways.
Through snow and sleet, their strength persists,
A testament that life exists.

Oh, snowdrops, delicate and brave,
You bloom where others dare not brave.
A sign that winter’s grasp will fade,
And in your wake, new life be made.