Hush hush don’t make a sound
For something is happening underground
While on the top not much to see
Until you search beneath each tree
For under the mould just out of sight
Grows the buds of springs delight
Bulbs ignite to take their chance
Before the trees in growth advance
Though days are short they make the best
To grow with speed and vim and zest
Where snowdrops hide and snuggle down
Their drooping petal reveals its crown
For they are first to show their wares
As they just bloom without a care
Then what was brown reveals the green
That takes away this tragic scene
That once had been the winter
PTT
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