A welcome sight at last

After being buried in the ground through a long winter, deep in snow, a green shoot finally pushes to the surface. It grows where it was told it never could, but it doesn't care. It wants to live and reveal its leaves and flower. I never thought I would feel this way, but I do. I never thought I could grow again, but I can. It's still early spring, I know; the shoot is still new and tender, I understand, but it's there a welcome sight at last.