I look out the window and think "Oh at last
The spring is a-coming and winter is past."
The flowers in the dark earth are making their way
Towards the green grass, for to greet a new day.
First come the snowdrops, so pure and so white,
Standing out there in the brilliant sunlight.
Followed by crocuses, yellow, white, mauve,
I have in my garden a real treasure trove.
And now see the tulips of various hue