Verdant blades mingled with white
Promises of that yet to come.
Shrouded in the cold of ice
Yet sparking the warmest of dreams.
Waiting for rays of warmth
And fields of daffodils.
Longing for warm kisses on my cheek
And the wind across the back of my neck.
Oh little green stalk standing so bravely
Please tell me when your friends will arrive.
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