“Forget me not,” we cried,

All the while knowing that sometimes, during the deep dark days of winter,

You wondered would we rear our beautiful bowed heads?

While the skies darkened, and the rains fell,

We were quietly working our magic in the deep dark soil of the earth,

Simply waiting for our time to shine.

Now look at us

“We’ve blossomed,” we cry,

All the while proclaiming to the hungry winter soul,

“All hail Queen Spring!”