In fields where golden daffodils sway,
Their petals catch the morning light,
A dance beneath the skies of May,
A gentle, dreamy, vibrant sight.

The breeze whispers through their leaves,
A lullaby in nature’s song,
While sunlight gently weaves,
Patterns where they belong.

Each bloom a beacon of hope,
In the cool embrace of dawn,
They teach our hearts to cope,
With whispers from the beyond.

As day fades into twilight’s hue,
The daffodils close their eyes,
Promising the morning dew,
Beneath the vast, embracing skies.