Solitary snowflake softly spirals towards the ground,

Elegantly slicing through freezing air like a freshly sharpened blade.

Once vibrant trees now stand with branches bare,

As all colour seems to slowly fade, and I watch in wondrous despair.

But in this wintry realm of lifelessness,

Where icy Wind bites at your skin and Apathy reigns supreme,

Where every moment is draining, as bitter Night strangles Sun's final gleams,

How does Hope endure, prevailing?

Well, it's in the laughter of friends, and in the smiles of family,

Imbued in that perfect sip of hot chocolate that goes straight to your chest

As you snuggle up on the sofa to watch tv.

It's in the glittering morning sunrise,

That Time itself halts to marvel at.

It's in the festivals we hold, that light up those dark nights,

Stage rebellions against Apathy, give comfort through wintry cold,

And bring us together.