In the depths of winter’s chill,
Nature lies in icy still,
But beneath the frozen ground,
New life is waiting to be found.
Like the love that sleeps and dreams,
In the hearts of those it seems,
To lay dormant and unseen,
Yet ready for a time serene.
As the sun begins to warm,
Nature’s death becomes a storm,
Of melting ice and rising sap,
A rebirth from its winter nap.
So too does love’s flame ignite,
Aspirations take to flight,
Passions burst forth like the bloom,
In spring’s bright and vibrant room.
Just as nature’s cycles turn,
Love’s lessons we must learn,
That death and birth are but a phase,
In life’s eternal, winding maze.
And so we journey on and on,
Through the seasons, dusk to dawn,
With love as our guide and light,
Aspirations burning bright.