Spring

Late Winter, Early Spring 

Busy gnomes chip away

At the winter's hard ground,

So that bulbs may burst forth

And spring's beauty abound.

In the woods, damp and dark,

They must labor below

Crooked roots and cold stones,

Pushing stalks through the snow. 

Undines melt snow until

Water can flow again,

Filling the leaves growing

Green with spring rain.

Sylphs, they are dreaming

Of winds softly streaming

Through petals all yellow

And purple and blue.