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