BS - Ashe's poem

My throne is like primula's seed,

growing through snow without a heat.

My throne is like a mountain breeze,

so strong it can freeze even seas..

but there stays water on the bottom still

and sun will rise.. I hope it will.

...Dnes jsme v angličtině měli sesmolit 4 verše alá Burns a když jsem to četla v hodině, nebylo to vypiplané.