The Promise of Spring

In winter's icy grasp we wait,

The world around us frozen,

But deep within our hearts, the fate,

Of springtime's promise chosen.

For even as the snowflakes fall,

And bitter winds do blow,

We feel the stirring of it all,

A seed of hope to grow.

And when the first green shoots appear,

And petals start to bloom,

We know that spring is finally here,

And we are not alone in gloom.

For every winter that we face,

Brings with it the chance to grow,

And from the seeds of past mistakes,

A new beginning glows.

So let us hold onto the light,

That whispers of what's to be,

As the promise of spring ignites,

A new beginning, wild and free.