When the frost melts and the sky is clear 
Buttercups bloom and spring is here
A sweet scent fills the air
Birds in song everywhere
The sun shines on flaxen petals
On a crown of gold, the rays gentle
The gift is given by gods above
Bestowed upon humans all for love

Others see the flourishing flora
In awe of all the golden aura
They pick the buds for those they treasure
For a smile, it’s the stem they sever
The plant will wilt in a few days’ time
To pluck their beauty should be a crime

But for their death, the blossom shall not blame
For it is human nature to claim
The happiness of a lover they ought to cherish
But for it, nature should not perish
A gift it is, from the gods to be true
But now the ground is frozen, cold and blue.

Emily Hayes