Winter's End
In a world of ice and snow,
A fragile thing takes root and grows.
A crocus, bold and unafraid, Peering through the winter's shade.
Its petals, soft as down, A promise of a warmer ground.
A beacon of hope in the cold, A story waiting to unfold.
As the sun climbs higher in the sky, The crocus's colors catch the eye.
A reminder that even in the darkest of times, There is always beauty to be found.
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