I've combined your prompt "how the dryads feel about spring' with wyld_dandelyon's prompt "life after freezing solid", and got the poem "The Dance of Spring".

The flowers came earlier every year,
the thaw whispering across lands
before the earth was ready. They shivered,
in the flimsiness of their dresses,
diving back into their trees to keep warm."

This Poetry for the Masses! is a pay-what-you will-scale.