I wonder why the Daffodil
Blooms while others sleep so still?
Her golden trumpet hails to say
Today it is a special day.
The Snowdrop with her head hung low
Nods to and fro while breezes blow
She stood so patiently through Lent
Waiting for this grand event.
Catkins with their hanging tails
To rhyme with this, I thought of nails,
Which held our Lord on the cross to die.
“Forgive them, Father” was His cry.
The Crocus with her head held high
Looks straight to Jesus in the sky;
She stands so peaceful all the day.
I’m sure she means “look up and pray”.
Violets hiding in the shade
They seem to be a bit afraid;
With broad leaves and head so bent
But oh, how beautiful their scent
Now come on folk, look up and say
Were glad you rose again today.
The flowers have brought a life anew
But Lord, we say our thanks to You.
