Silent guardians of winter’s breath,
Emerging through the frozen earth,
Whispers of hope in white array,
Promise of warmth in a world of gray.

Petals pure as morning light,
Dancing softly in the breeze,
Heralds of the season’s change,
Bringing dreams of budding trees.

In the hush of quiet dawn,
Snowdrops tell their ancient tale,
Of resilience and rebirth,
In the heart of winter’s gale.

Beneath the melting icicle’s tear,
Lies the strength of gentle grace,
A symbol of life’s enduring song,
In each small and tender face.