In the silent dawn of winter’s chill,
Snowdrops whisper secrets softly told,
Emerging from the earth so still,
Their petals gleam like threads of gold.

Beneath the frost, they bravely rise,
A gentle sign of life anew,
With tender grace, they touch the skies,
In fragile beauty, pure and true.

Amidst the snow, their voices sing,
Of hope and warmth in coldest night,
A promise that the spring will bring,
A world reborn in morning light.

So let the snowdrops’ whispers guide,
Through winter’s harsh and icy breath,
For in their bloom, the heart confides,
The quiet strength that conquers death.