My ancestors believed winter to be a time of Darkness and Evil.
An inescapable veil of karmic injustice.

But We do not Share ancestry.

It seemed to Me that Your predecessors favoured Rebirth and Freedom in the darkness.
Such an act of strength in a time so Hopeless.

The planets Aligned and my possibility became a Reality.

You blossomed into My impossible possibility.
You defied nature, You were My golden snowdrop.

You mustered the strength to blossom in winter.

You joined Me,

We now stood alone in rebellion, Together.