Flower Power Poem by Michael Keenan

Threoughout the winter I've lain asleep
But with the spring my appointment I keep
When the warmth begins to descend at last
Then winter becomes a thing of the past.

The warmth is nurturing my life again
My bosom swelled by falling rain
I'll look my best you can be sure
My roots will always make me endure.

Upwards I push towards the sky
I know I'll make it if I try
At last I arrive - Oh what a thrill
I AM the prettiest daffodil.