Tiny gift peeks up from dry dead soil
Revealing soon a rebirth of the earth
Showing itself slightly because of
Warmth that came its way, caressing
Each delicate stem from the grave
Of earth in which it is buried
Showing us it is possible to return
From the depths when warm
Love surrounds us with its
Blessing warming our weary, worn
Hearts to believe in the promise
Of resurrection and to see the
Beauty of loves full bloom
Grown out in the patience
Of death