Snowdrop

Hey little snowdrop standing there 
Your petals shone so white and fair.
Your stem is gentle and green as ever 
Your leaves are greener than any others. 
Your bud was small with a touch of colour
but now you've bloomed and have six petals so white 
That you out in the garden,
so pretty and bright. 
When you grow old and withered and frayed 
Fear not! because next summer again, 
when the sun touches you with is warm rays 
You shell bloom in this garden once again!