It sleeps beneath the frozen clay
It dreams of root and budding day;
The wind may wound the frost may stay
But warmth remembers its own way
No cry escapes no trumpet calls
Yet life returns through patient walls;
The seed believes what eyes can’t see
That spring is part of what must be
The snow dissolves the soil breathes wide
The buried faith revives its pride;
Each sprout a word each leaf a prayer
Each bloom a proof of tender care
Through silence deep through nights austere
Hope keeps its pulse without a fear;
For every winter leaves behind—
A promise sown in heart and mind