In the stillness of a winter’s night,
Snowdrops bloom beneath the moon’s soft gaze,
Gentle whispers in the quiet light,
Heralding the dawn of brighter days.

Fragile petals, pure and white,
Dance upon the frosty ground,
A silent promise in the night,
Where spring’s tender hope is found.

Beneath the silver-chilled embrace,
They rise with courage, small yet strong,
In the garden’s hidden, sacred space,
Singing nature’s timeless song.

As the world in icy slumber lies,
Snowdrops weave their gentle dreams,
A symbol of life that never dies,
In the softest light, their spirit gleams.