In fields where golden daffodils sway,
Beneath the gentle sun’s warm embrace,
They dance in whispers of the day,
Their beauty fills the open space.
A sea of yellow, pure and bright,
They nod in time to nature’s song,
With petals catching morning light,
In this haven where they belong.
The breeze caresses each soft bloom,
A gentle touch from skies above,
Their fragrance fills the air with bloom,
A testament to life and love.
As evening draws its curtain near,
The daffodils begin to rest,
In dreams of dawn, they persevere,
Forever in their golden quest.