In the depths of winter, where shadows grow long,
Snowdrops emerge, delicate and strong.
Their petals white, like whispers of frost,
A symbol of hope when all seems lost.

Beneath the blanket of snow, they rise,
Tiny lanterns against the cold, gray skies.
Each bloom a promise of spring’s tender grace,
A reminder that beauty finds its place.

As the world sleeps in winter’s deep slumber,
Snowdrops stand tall, in silent number.
They speak of resilience, of life’s gentle fight,
Against the harsh winds, in the still of night.

Oh, snowdrops, pure and serene,
You are the first to paint the winter scene.
In your quiet strength, we find our way,
Through the cold nights to the warmth of day.