Little Snowdrop

Oh, brave little snowdrop
How you coyly hang your head
whilst other flowers around you
lie dormant in their bed

Proudly stands your slender frame
against the bitter wind
waiting for that feeble sun
on which your hopes are pinned

Your spirit is a comfort
on dark and dismal days
which is why I honour you
with my heartfelt words of praise

You spend the year just waiting
While the mad world spins around
In silent anticipation
Just below the ground

You always seem to know
when it is your time
my fragile little friend,
the reason for this rhyme