In fields where sunlight gently spills,
The daffodils begin their dance,
A golden sea of swaying frills,
In nature’s tender, sweet romance.
Their petals glisten, morning’s jewels,
As breezes weave through emerald leaves,
A symphony of silent rules,
In which the heart of spring believes.
Beneath the sky’s embracing blue,
They nod in rhythm, soft and free,
A world reborn, refreshed, anew,
In every bloom, a melody.
Oh, daffodils, in light you stand,
A testament to lifeâs embrace,
With gentle grace at nature’s hand,
You paint the earth with vibrant grace.