Such a long, seemingly never ending winter. The wee folks in their magical garden, looked for the signs that promised spring. Then the snow doth cometh again. And again.
What to make of it all. Tiny snowdrop flowers, ready to emerge, sleeping once more under heaps of snow.
Oh how they dreamed of previous springs. A time of joy, the rebirth that the spring doth offer. And yet, despite the cold, despite the snow, they held onto the dream.
They cast their thoughts to the coming times when the sun kissed the horizon in a slowly fading farewell. Shafts of light, once more, would glow upon the blossoms of pink and the joyous faces of the wee folks.
The wee folks dreaming of spring in the northern part of this fragile planet. Time for renewal. With the new spring, brings a new hope from the wee folks that humanity can learn lessons from their all different, all equal world. A world where no stigma is attached and we celebrate diversity.