Language Through Nature 



Spreading of rootlets far and wide" 



I'll promise my blossoms," the 



Crocus said, 



"When I hear the bluebirds sing." 

 And straight thereafter, Narcissus cried, 

 " My silver and gold I'll bring." 

 "And ere they are dulled," another spoke, 

 "The Hyacinth bells shall ring," 

 And the Violet only murmered, "I'm here," 

 And sweet grew the air of spring. 

 Then, "Ha! ha! ha!" a chorus came, 

 Of laughter soft and low, 



From the millions of flowers under the ground - 

 Yes millions beginning to grow. 



Oh, the pretty, brave things! through the 



coldest days, 



prisoned in walls of brown, 

 They never lost heart though the blast 



shrieked loud, 

 And the sleet and the hail came down ; 



