The revolution will not be televised

(Today's prompt was to write a poem with a "statement title." I had a better idea for a poem and went with it but couldn't come up with a title. Hence, the statement.)

Small bodies, seemingly frail
and bound to the earth
shake off the shackles of snow
and rise from the thawing ground
ready to burst forth with new life anew.
They remind us that slight is not light,
that they, too, are resilient.