Cold and dark is my tomb
Trapped and cage, I sleep and wait
Heat creeps into my tomb
Its touch a loving caress
Slowly, steadily
The warmth wakes me from my sleep
The time has come
I stir and shake
I stretch and push
Against the walls of my tomb
They give and crumble
Before my touch
Slowly, steadily
I rise above my tomb
It’s warm now
And full of light
I stretch and put forth my leaves
To better enjoy the spring breeze