Whispers of the Snowdrop

Underneath the wintery icy veil,

In Mother Earth's embrace, we hail.

The modest snowdrop, pure and small,

A beacon through the icy thrall.

 

Dares from depth, a frozen rise,

A silent warrior, meek and wise.

"I can," it whispers to the sky,

"So can you," to all who pass by.

 

Blessed be this tender bloom,

That through the snow, finds room to groom.

Its journey, quiet, yet profound,

A symbol where hope is found.

 

May we, like it, embrace our quest,

With resilience in our chest.

May its modesty lead us day by day,

From the darkest night to the brightest day.

 

As fields of friends, it brings to be,

Through frozen earth, through winterly.

In kind we gather, hand in hand,

A unified community, we stand.

 

This blessing of the snowdrop brings,

Imbue you with strength and hope,

For light, with winter's hand,

May you be brave, move forward with courage,

Pure and bright!

 

So, in the grace, of Imbolc's spirit free

We dance in this sacred space, to be.

With each snowdrop that blooms, there's a path.

One of renewal, then love, aftermath.

 

Blessed all who've heard,

Be this verse, now never blurred!

Snowdrop's journey may inspire,

A heart of fire to aspire.