Blow harsh winds and howl your worst,
The oaks sleep, uncaring.
Leafless twigs will wait for spring,
‘Til their leaves they’re bearing.
Down below the noise and haste,
Nature is arousing.
Daffodils in gold and green,
Are waking from their drowsing.
Send below a vagrant breeze.
Set old brown leaves prancing,
Ivy leaves a-shiver and
Daffodils to dancing.
Track and Hedge 