GALANTHUS
Little flowers, oh so white
To see them, a sheer delight
Poking up from the snow
How they survive, I don’t know
Giving out their amazing glow
So we know what’s really meant
When we say they are heaven’s scent.
In winter time a garden prop,
So we call them SNOW DROP.
And in woods, fields and plain
They brighten up a dark terrain.
Bryan Baker
10.02.2021