Embers in the Frost

In a world of frost, where shadows creep,

And winter's breath makes hearts grow deep,

There lies a spark, a quiet flame,

A hidden joy, though none may claim.

The air is sharp, the nights are long,

Yet in the silence, hear the song—

A melody of hope, so faint, so clear,

A whispered warmth that draws you near.

The trees stand bare, their arms outstretched,

As if to hold the stars they've fetched.

Their icy crowns, though cold, still gleam,

Reflecting light like a distant dream.

Beneath the snow, the earth still breathes,

A quiet strength the frost conceives.

For even in the coldest night,

Life finds a way to seek the light.

A child laughs, their cheeks aglow,

A fleeting fire in the snow.

Their mirth, a beacon, soft and true,

A reminder: joy can start anew.

The hearth inside, though small, burns bright,

A sanctuary against the night.

For warmth is not just in the sun,

But in the love that we’ve begun.

So when the world feels cold and gray,

And shadows threaten to lead astray,

Remember this: the frost, the pain,

Are but the prelude to joy's refrain.

For happiness is not a place,

But a light we carry, a warm embrace.

In every heart, a flame does dwell—

A spark of hope no cold can quell.

So let the winter winds may blow,

And let the icy rivers flow.

Within us all, a fire burns,

And in its glow, the world returns.