At winter’s end, comes awakening call,
Arise, arise, friends and all.
Tis time to stir, to shake out mist,
Your faces blurred from season’s kiss.
Reach out your arms, to grasp the light,
Your bodies to strengthen, renew their might.
Let hands present, your fingers splay,
Stand tall, in splendor to salute the day.
Your arrival conceived, rebirth in mind,
First of season, your status defined.
With grace and poise, aligned at will
Emerge to us, treasured Daffodil.