I am a tiny root Hiding from Winter, warm within my muddy bed. I am always a little sad, here in the dark, Waiting out the colder months, But I felt the last years passing, a frisson, goodbye. Spring will begin, a stirring within the earth Green children born of the Sun emerge timidly, tightly clumped, Wound within ourselves. Slowly I will unfold up Unleashing colours Fulfilling a promise made As I shrivelled last September To return, a little stronger, just as beautiful And more mature.