And then one day there will unfold

Before delighted gaze

A purple ring where thickest mud

Had tempered walks on winter days

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Where sliding boots had struggled

To cross the sodden land

Our eyes now look with wonder

To gaze on colour’s gentle hand

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Time and tide’s persistence

Their essence of ascent

From sodden bulb to flower’s joy

A hidden rite of innocence

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Directed upwards, called to seek

The calling power’s face

As cheek by mote they flex and float

To form the softest carapace

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Awake and break dark winter’s chains

Cast off the inner gloom

And breathe the air with lilac stare

Then give the light its living room

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