Oh thou golden orb of glory
Shedding light on those around
Pushing up through stone and tarmac
Rising out of unfertile ground
...
It is days like this
which bring to mind
days long past
Of times more beautiful and innocent,
...
Coltsfoot
Oh thou golden orb of glory
Shedding light on those around
Pushing up through stone and tarmac
Rising out of unfertile ground
Out of last year's grit thou riseth
Worrying not ‘bout what's overhead
Pushing to the sun undaunted
From thy exceeding uncomfortable bed
And still out of this unhospitable clime thou cometh
To bring light to all around
Lifting heads from dirt and gravel
To some higher and more glorious ground.