We are in the midst of winter
Yet I see a tender green shoot
Piercing the soil like a splinter
A plant I will never uproot
For it is a snowdrop pure and white
It will sway in the freezing breeze
Petals will open in the light
Yet it is too early for bees
In an icy and wintry time
I see a sign of things to come
A hint of a warmer spring clime
A flower which makes my heart hum
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