In the heart of winter’s gentle sigh,Where shadows stretch beneath the sky,The quiet earth in stillness lays,Awaiting dawn’s returning rays.The stars like lanterns softly gleam,Above the world where dreamers dream,In this embrace of longest night,Hope flickers with the morning light.The solstice whispers through the trees,A lullaby upon the breeze,As nature pauses, deep in rest,In winter’s tranquil, icy breast.The promise of the sun’s return,In hearts aglow, the fires burn,For in the darkness, light is born,A gentle promise of the morn.