What springs forth among the frozen?
Those indignant little crocuses—
Small, bright, purposeful:
Teach me how to break through
the weight of death.
Show me how to make my presence known
when the world wants me most hidden.
Let me learn from you.
Tiny flecks of purple dotting the snow,
A small army of resistance—
Do not let the cold, wet silence win.
Teach me how to bloom hope
buried in ice.
— Floral rebellion ~ Emilya