"Nature, the sky above us, is conducting no mean politics when it presents beauty to all, without discrimination, and nothing old and defective, but fresh and most tasty. Little snowdrops, of what do you speak? They speak still of winter, but also already of spring; they speak of the past, but also saucily and merrily of the new. They speak of the cold but also of something warmer; they speak of snow and at the same time of green, of burgeoning growth. They speak of this and that; they say : Still in the shadows and on the hills lies a fair quantity of snow, but where the sun reaches, it has already melted away. ... the warmth will assert itself everywhere."
Above is an excerpt from 'Snowdrops' in The Walk by Robert Walser.