Beneath The Gray Skies

In midst of frost-laden winter, when everything is gray,

A golden ray breaks through, chasing the cold away.

Like a promise kept, it melts the cold,

A soft reminder of hope’s return in winter’s icy hold.

Hidden birds begin to chirp once again,

Feeling the warmth, they forget their pain.

Stirring the life as light pierces winter’s veil,

Providing peace and lifting every ail.

In winter’s gloom, a shimmer of golden gleam

Awakens the soul of every unwoven dream.

In such a grim, hope starts to rise,

A secret promise beneath the gray skies.

In our lives, such lights appear every now and then,

They jolt us, whispering, “Don’t worry, rise again.”

With every despair, there comes a hope,

A quiet strength that helps us cope.