The winter mist enfolds the land Its touch as soft as sorrows hand Yet through its veil a lantern glows A quiet warmth the cold bestows Each flicker breaks the frost-bound air A fragile light a steadfast prayer Its glow defies the chilling gloom A beacon bright in frozen bloom The path it lights is rough unclear Yet still it guides where none would steer Through barren fields and shadowed streams It nurtures hope and kindles dreams So follow where the lantern leads Beyond the cold where warmth proceeds For in its glow a truth persists: No frost can shroud the heart that resists