Lay the pretty snowdrops to glance,
They'll grow so small like a new born fawn,
So precious like many a lilies found at dawn,
Iconic is the snowdrops as the flowers to be,
That traditionally herald in the end of winter,
For you and me,
We walked along the wild woods at Elk Falls,
Where masses of snowdrops grew among the fallen trees,
And more between the carpets of green ivy which laid in peace,
Delicate is the white flowers shining so brightly,
As spring feels like the warm touch that invites the leaves.
