Don't you know it's too early? Can't you see the others Still cuddled and huddled in their robes of green Crowding together against the cold, wet, wintry day Not ready yet to welcome them Or you?
Why are you willing to stand so tall In radiant yellow Your brazen bugle blaring?
It's true The primroses too are showing their faces But they're on schedule And know enough to peep out shyly From protective, shrouding greenery And the fragile blossoms of the plum trees Are cautiously and bit by bit bursting into color
But you are not shy or subtle or tentative You're the singular, daring, glorious one Leading the way Taking the risk Damning the odds Winning the day!