Winter Solstice

The night spills heavy, like ink on the ground The trees stand bare, their whispers no sound Light drips softly from the distant stars Fragments of memory, reminding who we are Oh, the dark is not the end It's a quiet hand, a place to mend We light the fire, we hold it close Through the cold, the light will return, we know Time stands still on this fragile line Where day meets night, where shadows bind The earth breathes quiet, the air so still Waiting for the sun to crest the hill Oh, the dark is not the end It's a quiet hand, a place to mend We light the fire, we hold it close Through the cold, the light will return, we know Beneath the snow, the seeds still sleep Dreaming of warmth, where roots run deep The stars above, their ancient glow Guide us forward, through the shadow Oh, the dark is not the end It's a quiet hand, a place to mend We light the fire, we hold it close Through the cold, the light will return, we know Light will return, like a flame reborn Through winter's breath, into the dawn. Light will return, through the endless cold A promise whispered, a story retold