Far Beneath the Bitter Snow

Hidden deep and frozen solid, A whisper hidden away from all. A thought, a feeling far below Far beneath the bitter snow. The white seems so clean and pure, Hiding secrets deep within, Growing deep and deeper below, Far beneath the winter snow. Waiting for its time to rise, A season away from its time, A blossom growing far below, Far beneath the winter snow. Not all blooms make it to spring, Not all plants live through the cold, But hope keeps it growing deep below, Far beneath the winter snow.