The winter mist enfolds the land
Its touch as soft as sorrows hand
Yet through its veil a lantern glows
A quiet warmth the cold bestows
Each flicker breaks the frost-bound air
A fragile light a steadfast prayer
Its glow defies the chilling gloom
A beacon bright in frozen bloom
The path it lights is rough unclear
Yet still it guides where none would steer
Through barren fields and shadowed streams
It nurtures hope and kindles dreams
So follow where the lantern leads
Beyond the cold where warmth proceeds
For in its glow a truth persists:
No frost can shroud the heart that resists