They wait to burst upon the scene,
each bud and bloom,
with sleeves of pink and leaves of green
their bright costume.
As breezes warm, the world's their stage,
as winter turns its final page,
and they release their sweet perfume,
each bud and bloom.

For months they huddled quite unseen,
the snow their tomb,
but now each flake has been swept clean
by springtime's broom.
Each blossom in each field's bouquet
takes part in nature's outdoor play,
dispelling all our glum and gloom,
each bud and bloom.