Trying to bud

I was walking through the park when I spotted some bulb plants pushing their verdant little tips through the grass. Later on, while looking skyward (never mind all the dog poo) at the winter tree branches raking the arched, whitened sky, I saw that some of those twigs sported timid bursts of spring.

Stripped bare, but trying to blossom.

I will blossom.

And while I am attempting to grow, someone will notice me.