Being buried alive in the dark blackness,
Not knowing the future of my being;
The uncertainty of this cycle of life,
The fate awaits my fellow companions.

The choice was not mine to make,
For the final resting place to be;
Alone in the darkness of this place,
With only intermittent moisture available.

The only hope is for survival of my kind,
as we all strive to break free from this;
To again see the sunlight and feel the warmth.
And experience renewed energy again.

This contribution was made by all of us,
And not each will attain the greatness;
With the prospect of giving joy and happiness,
To the generations that follow our path.

A renewed energy courses through my being,
A longing that will soon be fulfilled;
Thrusting into the air with pride.
Such is the existence of a Daffodil