Is it global warming?
the storms of uncertainty?
that bring forth yellow before it’s time?
the daffodils in the Christmas Day sunshine
before their supposed time.
I stare anxiety in the face
the human race
Chose to bloom
before the earth’s womb was ready
heady words can we evolve to be peaceful
like the daffodils we live in hope of growth
because we need that hope
to free ourselves from the unkind
minds that enslave
peace starts within and it can save.