Snow Lotus

In icy realms where whispers wane,
Amidst the frost, a flower reigns.
Snow lotus, fair, in frozen grace,
A gem adrift in Arctic's embrace.

Upon the berg, where glaciers weep,
She blooms in silence, secrets keep.
Petals pale as winter's breath,
Her beauty defies the grip of death.

Each fragile bloom, a fleeting dream,
In frigid streams, a silent gleam.
Yet in her heart, a fire glows,
A warmth that melts the coldest snows.

O'er icy peaks and frosty crest,
She stands alone, in silent quest.
A beacon bright in Arctic night,
Guiding lost souls toward the light.

Oh, snow lotus, in your icy bower,
A symbol of hope, a frozen flower.
In realms of cold, you bloom with pride,
A testament to beauty, deep inside.

2024..02.20