The
Frilled
Cup
Faces
Hold
A
Bold
Question.
Why?
The
Spray
Of
Petals
Register
Shy
Surprise
At
The
Reply.
You
Are
Chosen
To
Bring
Fair
Spring,
And
Ease
The
Frosty
Earth
With
Nature‘s
Mirth.
First
To
Bloom,
First
To
Fade,
You
Retire
To
Shade,
In
The
Snug
Bulb
That
Magic
Made,
To
Come
Again
In
A
Golden
Host,
Just
When
You’re
Needed
Most.