The wind of youth breezed in softly
Accompanied the flower buds that screamed loudly
“My time has come!
Let the efflorescences arrive!”
All of the immaturity swayed away
Let the sleepers revived
The harbinger of spring had been burgeoned
A single bud appeared shyly
There it was, the white one
Showed its buds tenderly
Oh, the snowdrops!
As white as the clouds
As verdurous as grasses
People said she was a warrior
Bearing the winter in solitude
A child of Demeter
Sister of Persephone
Her arrival was like a bell
Echoing the fall of winter
Bending her petal
Her smiles tender
Author: Dulce Cicilia Sariri
Editor: Yohana Satvika Wahyuveda, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)