Bread

Where snow lies soft on fields so wide,
a silent life begins to bide.
The winter’s cold and quiet hand,
reveals the future in the land.
What seems so barren to the eye,
what mourns beneath the frozen sky,
bears silent fruit, a gentle art –
the bread of winter’s quiet heart.
(Chorus)
The bread of winter grows unseen,
when all that’s loud must leave the scene.
In deepest dark, without a sound,
new life is strengthened underground.
So hold the stillness, be aware,
the bread of winter grows with care.
(Verse 2)
The seeds lie hidden in the ground,
asleep but dreaming life profound.
The ice so hard, so motionless,
still shelters warmth in its caress.
In frost where every color fades,
spring’s answer slowly serenades.
And what the cold ignites in sight,
is more than bread of winter’s night.
(Chorus)
The bread of winter grows unseen,
when all that’s loud must leave the scene.
In deepest dark, without a sound,
new life is strengthened underground.
So hold the stillness, be aware,
the bread of winter grows with care.
(Bridge)
The world, encased in shades of gray,
is full of wonders, soft and fey.
For all that hides and deeply rests,
holds life’s own rhythm in its chest.
(Outro)
When soon the first bird starts to sing,
and winter sheds its icy ring,
you’ll understand what none could see:
the bread of night brings hope to thee.