The Days Eye

The spring awakens From beneath frost the earth warms As sun rays alight on the rocky surface. Dormant and waiting, so patient, Just biding time until it's right, Embryonic shoots break through Blinking in the bright, clear air of revival, after winter's stark fingers laced the land with ice. Petals punctuate the burgeoning grasses. Soil recovering from frozen depths, As winter's kiss becomes a distant memory. As our ancestors 'afore, the women who fought with The purple the white the green And at her centre, in the image of the weak sun. Our star cimbing across the southern sky Brings hope to the eye of the day, Widening, following and closing, As the day ends so the daisy closes her eye Once more to sleep, yet tomorrow comes soon, And her eye once again shows the soul of the earth, Her window opening through the petals.