Among the whispers of the waking dawn,
Snowdrops dance in gentle harmony,
Their fragile forms in silence drawn,
A promise of spring’s symphony.

Beneath the frost’s tender embrace,
Petals of purity softly unfold,
In the quiet, they find their grace,
Stories of warmth in the cold.

Each bloom a tale of resilience and light,
Rising from winter’s slumber deep,
Guiding the weary from the night,
Into dreams where hopes softly seep.

In fields where shadows softly lie,
Snowdrops rise, a gentle choir,
A melody beneath the sky,
Of life reborn, of hearts afire.