Through the frost, it starts to shine,
Crocus blooms, a hopeful sign.
Crocus, bright and bold,
Breaking free from winter's hold.
Crocus, soft and new,
Painting skies with shades of blue.
In the snow where whispers rest,
Crocus rises, its very best.
Petals glowing, reaching high,
A promise made beneath the sky.
Feel the warmth, let it grow,
Crocus calls where dreams will go.
Crocus, bright and bold,
Breaking free from winter's hold.
Crocus, soft and new,
Painting skies with shades of blue.
Through the ice, it finds its way,
Crocus greets the coming day.
Every bloom, a light so clear,
A gentle song for all to hear.
Step by step, the season turns,
Crocus glows as the fire burns.
Crocus, bright and bold,
Breaking free from winter's hold.
Crocus, soft and new,
Painting skies with shades of blue.
Under the moon, it softly gleams,
Crocus whispers of gentle dreams.
Through the night, it holds the light,
A beacon strong, a bloom so bright.
Crocus, fierce and high,
Touching stars across the sky.
Crocus, strong and free,
A timeless bloom for you and me.
Crocus! Feel the flame!
Calling hearts to rise again!
Crocus! Rise and shine!
Mark the way with love divine!
Through the seasons, it will stay,
Crocus blooms in love’s array.
Crocus’s flower meaning: Hope and renewal, forever bright.