Below the sod in quiet repose

Gentle giants are waiting to pose

Frozen for now till the nudge

To swell and lift not to begrudge

The icy tomb they are encased

Till they thaw to be embraced.

First to see Forsythia blooms

So yellow, bright so to consume

Our hearts and minds for nature's room

Spirits soar to see what looms.

Tulips, daffodils, and crocus, too

Push and shove to show their hue

Hyacinths break the hardened soil

Breaking forth with a gentle roll

Wafting true a scent so sweet

Like a drum roll not missing beats.

All the flowers wait in line

Till it's time for them to shine

Knowing they are nature's breed

Emerging proud from a single seed.

Oh, the joy, so grand they leap

As heat and moisture breaks the sleep

Of these gentle giants beneath our feet.

For now, the pansies peek and prod

Through snow and sleet they simply nod

Till old man winter takes his trudge

And whistles spring, for Nature's Nudge.