This solitary verdant blade is but a hand I thrust against
the frozen ceiling Winter made, unknown before, unheeded since,
and blind in its indifference. I did just as my nature bade:
I live! Here am I, vernal prince concieved in sunlight, born in shade.
Simple flower though I may be, I have gained your adulation.
"Hope" and "Courage" you have named me; I have no such aspiration,
only, out of all creation, let me stand to show what will be:
Winter's end, Spring's revelation. Can you see me? Can you see me?