The blooms were hidden under snow
Their quiescent bulbs were resting
Among the soil and roots of trees
The daffodils were silent
Waiting to emerge in spring
Welcoming the suns warm rays
They move a bit, upward bound
To rise above a chilled ground
The layers cannot hold them long
Only till the robin’s song
Is heard, do they awake
Wanting more than bud to make
A long stem a requirement
To sprout and hold the bud
Pushing through the chilly soil
It’s almost reached its reward
Reaching, growing sun toward
One leaf, more, splay their arms
A yellow flower holds the charm
The daffodil has arrived.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/05/05/weekend-writing-prompt-53-quiescent/
The Bag Lady 
‘Daffodils’ raise the bar, but you met it so effortlessly. Excellent piece!
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That’s lovely
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