Earth lay frozen tight and bare
Wind sang cold in silent air
Seed lay buried still unseen
Clutched the memory of green
No applause for patient sleep
Still the warmth began to seep
Roots prepared their secret climb
Life rehearsed the ancient rhyme
Dormant does not mean denied
Rest becomes the turning tide
Waiting shaped the humble core
Strength grew quiet at the floor
Every future sleeps in seed
Spring begins where winters lead
Patience carves the path ahead—
Life wakes slowly from its bed