In the hush of winter’s gentle embrace,
Snowdrops emerge, delicate and bright,
Whispering tales of spring’s soft grace,
Beneath the veil of frosty night.

Their petals pale, like winter’s sigh,
Yet brave enough to pierce the cold,
They dance beneath the silver sky,
In silent stories softly told.

Amidst the world of white and gray,
Their presence brings a hopeful cheer,
Promising dawn on a winter’s day,
As whispers of warmth draw near.

Oh, snowdrops, in your gentle glow,
A reminder of life’s tender sway,
Through winter’s grasp and melting snow,
You herald spring’s approaching way.