Do not cover me up
in this dim room,
if it's not too much trouble , I want to see the sun
with the goal that I can sprout.
I realize you kept me here,
just to keep me warm,
yet, presently the time has come,
to demonstrate to me the first light.
I am prepared to bloom,
I need some light,
And, the glow of the sun,
that sparkles so splendid.
I have been closed away,
throughout the entire winter,
my bulb and stem,
are presently extra solid.
It's now the time,
to join all the rest,
what's more, flaunt my trumpet
getting it done.
I dont care where I stand,
or on the other hand where I go,
I simply need to put on,
a generally excellent show.
I am bragging not,
be that as it may, I will be, a genuine keen individual
in the most brilliant of yellow.
In the event that I go out at this point,
they state I am certain to get a chill, ,
so I am stuck in this room,
on a drafty windowsill.
It's chilly outside,
be that as it may, the crocuses sprout,
what's more, here I stay, in this dim tomb
the Walk winds blow, I'll be in such a state,
I realize my time wont pass me now.