Upon the frosty bamboo, a heart is heard,
A tiny Bulbul sings, untouched by the cold.
Its notes pierce winter's stark, its song's the word,
A hymn to life whispers bold.
Bamboo branch, nature's cardle, bare yet strong,
Nestles the small, braving winter's long throes.
In frosts bitter bite, a tiny bird's song,
An echo of warmth, life's ember that glows.