Rebirth of Hope

In the icy blanket of winter, still,

when the earth lies under an ominous mantle,

a longing arises, a whispering song,

the resurgence of life in its loving repose.

Deciduous leaves and bare trees,

in the garden that endures under a rough veil,

hide secrets in their deep lethargy,

awaiting the return of fruitful rebirth.

The icy wind whispers arcane stories,

as the earth is covered with early layers,

but beneath the surface, life throbs,

in the shadows of the ground, its mystery is invited.

In the silence of the illuminated night,

the promise of dawn is kept,

in the soul of each being that rests,

the hope of rebirth inebriates and rejoices.

And when the sun tints the horizon golden,

the ice melts, the ground is soothed,

with the song of birds that cross the sky,

announcing the rebirth of a new longing.

Green shoots emerge, shy and slow,

the flowers awaken, in their splendor content,

spring arrives with its mantle of colors,

and winter withdraws without further ardors.

The rivers murmur their melodic tale,

and the blue sky shines, shamelessly,

the days grow longer, the nights grow shorter,

and life expands in comforting forms.

The rebirth after winter is a gift,

a lesson from nature that, without fail,

shows us that in the darkest of times,

hope and beauty are pure treasures.

Thus, in this eternal cycle that never ceases,

nature offers us her surprise,

a reminder that after every ending,

new beginnings blossom, in a ritual like no other.

So let us celebrate rebirth with joy,

embrace life in its fullness and its exhilaration,

as the earth awakens with tenderness,

after winter, in its perennial beauty.

In every rebirth there is a lesson of life,

which shows us that hope is woven,

in the heart of nature and the soul,

an eternal promise, a melody that embalms us.

(Image made by AI).