As frost begins to cloak the earth,
Summer’s dreams reveal their worth.
On autumn’s breath, they twist and twirl,
In winter’s silence, they lie curled.
Yet in the cold, those dreams endure,
A spark of hope, so bright and pure.
For every wish, a seed is sown,
To bloom again when spring is known.
As frost begins to cloak the earth,
Summer’s dreams reveal their worth.
On autumn’s breath, they twist and twirl,
In winter’s silence, they lie curled.
Yet in the cold, those dreams endure,
A spark of hope, so bright and pure.
For every wish, a seed is sown,
To bloom again when spring is known.