For a bud to open it craves only light
its stem fights and weaves with all its might
from its muddy cradle to its dizzy hight

Then when its time it lets out a sneeze
carried high it fly's amongst the breeze
then spy's its patch and lands with ease

It sleeps a while until the time is right
until the earth warms up and the sun is bright
gaining strength and courage to fight its fight

For a bud to open it craves only light