Tomb

The daffodils begin to peak out from the cold,
Hard tomb of earth that surrounds them, yearning
For the heat, for sun, indicating spring is coming
Will they die this year, in their early attempt
To come up as frosts once again come and cool
The earth, a joke, not real, the invitation of
One warm day, with humidity coaxed them
From the cold hard tomb and maybe they will
Shrivel and go back, it will be with time and patience
If there is retreat or the song of beauty may 
Start once again, inviting them to stretch into
The warm and loving arms of the Suns growth
Welcome color and sing the song of spring
So all the color's dance and whirl to life again