Uncurling and unfolding from your deep winter sleep,

Waking and lifting up your yellow face to the sun,

Lying deep and dormant for so long.

A trumpet of glory praising the Mother,

Sweet daffodils, scattering your sunshine along the verges, reliable and consistent.

Spring is in the air, letting her dress flow out behind her, a cherry blossom pink gown that she is proud to wear at any ball, she dances into life,

Lifting the colours from beneath, crocus, primrose,

Scattering your colours, dappled in gardens, reliable and consistent.

Showers and sun, crisp and frosty air, with the hope of warmth around the corner,

Spring waltzes and springs into life, whirling around like a dervish, sprinkling the dew upon the blades of green,

Reliable and consistent.