I spent those first few months buried deep underground, silent, waiting for that moment. The ground gradually warmed up, and my friends couldn't wait to squeeze up as hard as they could, fearing that they would miss it. Why bother? Am I still spring? Silence, still waiting. The chirping of birds woke me up, and I felt that a new force was growing in my body. This force drove me and gave me the perseverance to break through the ground again.
