The winds of change are blowing strong today,
The waters of love are flowing on their way,
The sun's fire is aching for a bright ray,
To lighten up the soul, unafraid of life's decay.

Sweet snowdrops, white pearl drops,

Nestling by the memorial tree.

Three flowers of pleasure, three gifts to treasure, I admire on bended knee.

Spring life ascending, through mud, pretending that winter's chills shall flee.

My visit again to the white blossoms is brief, distraught with grief, I long for Spring's eternity.

well snowdrops


I failed to see

A flower today.

I forgot to

Look around me.

But winter’s days

Will pass away

And flowers will

Abound around me.

Page last updated: 15th Mar 2018