In the meadow where the daffodils sway,
Golden trumpets herald the break of day.
Their gentle whispers in the morning breeze,
Paint the horizon with delicate ease.

Beneath the sun’s warm and tender gaze,
They stand in rows, a golden maze.
Each petal a story, a secret untold,
Of dreams and wonders, pure and bold.

As daylight wanes and shadows play,
The daffodils dance in a soft ballet.
Their laughter echoes through the trees,
A symphony of joy carried by the breeze.

When night descends with a gentle sigh,
They tuck their dreams beneath the sky.
Awaiting dawn’s first golden light,
To bloom again in the morning bright.