The daffodil hangs its weary head The trumpet sounded The winter dead The tears of snow now shed The rise of sap Begins to lap On the shores of hope And beyond So far beyond Into silence And stillness God bless The sweet caress Of tenderness In a wilderness If not a desert Of loneliness Dunes piled high By the winds of chance And the carrot of romance A seasonal dance Promises, And in short, longs For contact Ever present In the back of the mind Be kind Please be kind Its kinder nice And much better to have Than cold shoulders Like boulders Standing resisting movement And in their stubbornness They thwart life Oh what a die to die for.