If our dreams quiver out in the cold,
Nipped by the frost, their stories untold,
Let's gather the embers, a spark we can hold,
And fan them to life, 'gainst the winter's bold.

Weave threads of resilience, a shelter from frost,
Belief's warming blanket, at any cost.
Nurture the flame, though fragile and small,
For even a flicker can conquer it all.

Dreams, like tiny wildflowers, push through the snow,
They rise with the sun, where resilience can grow.
Though winter may linger, its grip will unwind,
Our dreams, reawakened, a new spring we'll find.