Beneath the silken snow they lie, so pure,
White petals whisper tales of frost and light,
In winter’s heart, their beauty stands demure,
A silent hymn to stars in icy night.

Each fragile bloom, a promise softly spoken,
Of springtime’s breath amidst the winter chill,
Their gentle strength, a vow that remains unbroken,
As nature’s hand in stillness holds them still.

Through cold and dark, they rise with quiet grace,
A symbol of resilience, calm and bright,
Their presence paints a smile on winter’s face,
Transforming frost into a beacon of light.

Oh snowdrops, tender harbingers of hope,
You teach us all to bloom in times of strife,
To find the light when darkness scopes,
And celebrate the simple joys of life.