Pure flower to show Winter is no more,
why, tell me why do you look at the floor?
The Earth still holds that stubborn cold,
from days when the sun was afraid to grow.

I shall wait a while for the sun to smile,
on the life that gives me a reason to be.
I will till the garden, making it weed free,
new growing times will be here in a while.

This year we found the new weathers sound,
a bellowing wind and sheets of cold rain.
Later saying that this has always been the same
Forgetting once more, how it was before.

Can you believe that flashbacks humour me,
I could be laying in fields till way past three.
Long evenings of sultry mist less scenes,
a child would draw on as lovely dreams

Was it true, is my memory in dreams confined,
that it wants to hide reality from me now.
I can't think of a good reason somehow,,
so I put those dreams as a wonderful time

My ways are based on things real and seen,
a great way to live for me, or so it seemed.
How could I wish any harm to those I meet,
when life to me was without a doubt, sweet.

Days of being that brought me to this state,
to all I meet, I can listen to and relate.
I could watch the madness of others ways,
Just blessing my own long Summer days.

I still would like to know that after the snow,
why, oh why, does that herald of Spring,
look at the ground, when I think it should sing.
Snowdrop let me gaze into your pure white eyes.