Book: Twelve Months

And the snowdrop blossomed.

New Year's Eve
We issued an order:
Let them bloom today
We have snowdrops!
The grass turns green,
The sun is shining,
Swallow with spring
In the canopy to us flies!
Who dares to deny,
That the swallow is flying,
That the grass turns green
And the sun is shining?
Snowdder blooms in the forest,
And not a blizzard sweeps,
And that one of you is a rebel,
Who says: it does not bloom!