“And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.” 

― Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

DAFFODIL

The woodlands sigh, early birds sing, the sun's benevolence welcomes spring.

And though the buds sprout in the meadows, winter lingers among the shadows.

Golden head still bowed from slumber, she spreads her mantel in the sun,

And feels the warming of the earth, as winter's hold becomes undone.

In a yellow burst of glory she completes the circle of rebirth.

The daffodil awakens to pay homage to the earth.

-- The Genie,  from the heart