Sunshine
Like water
Finds its own level

Seeks its own place

Deep in the earth

And those rays like fingers

Reach inside to embrace the bulb or two
The squirrels have not found
This long, cold winter.

Through the wind and cold
Through the sharp edges of mud
That has not thawed completely

Emerge daffodils

That will take the weight
Of snow and ice
Should the weather turn again.

Sunshine like water
Finds its own level.

Thanks to Mojo for the fantastic image.