When the temperatures drop,
Snow falls to cover our enthusiasm,
Let our hearts warm by the fireside.
The desolate barren frosty landscape,
is a promise,
Spring is asleep.
Shall wake up soon.
The bitter, biting chill,
The snow mound,
the road blocks fill,
How amicably reach
‘Hold on the secrets,
Bear the spindles of agony in solitude,
Summer is not far away,
When the winters are biting though.
Be like that one tiny snowflake,
who believes the mystery of snow fall..
Snow shall fall but You are the sleeping sublime water drop within,
You shall rise..
You shall not remain frigid on the ground.
A snowy evening soiree
promises this evening…
by the fireside.