A thought of God in white and green

I went to hunt the scent of violet in the cold still of this winter day and found a sweet surprise - the seasons first snowdrop.

Close to the sod

   There can be seen

A thought of God

   In white and green.

Unmarred, unsoiled

   It cleft the clay,

Serene, unspoiled

   It views the day.

It is so holy

And yet so lowly.

   Would you enjoy

      Its grace and dower

   And not destroy

      The living flower?

Then you must, please,

Fall on your knees.

The Snowdrop by Anna Bunston De Bary