Among the fields, where golden light does play,
The daffodils in silent rows do sway,
Their faces turned towards the sunlit day,
A vibrant dance in gentle breezes’ lay.

In clusters bright, they herald spring’s embrace,
Their yellow hues a splash of nature’s grace,
A symphony of life in every place,
Where winter’s chill has left but a faint trace.

Beneath the sky, so wide, so blue, so clear,
The daffodils stand proud, devoid of fear,
Each petal whispers tales for all to hear,
Of hope renewed as seasons reappear.

Oh daffodils, you bring such pure delight,
A beacon in the waning winter’s night,
Your beauty grows with every morning light,
A testament to nature’s endless might.