In meadows green where sunlight spills,
A golden sea of daffodils,
They dance upon the gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets to the trees.

Their petals, like the morning sun,
Invite the dawn, a day begun,
With every bloom, a story told,
Of warmth and light, of hearts made bold.

Beneath the sky’s cerulean hue,
They paint the world in every view,
A tapestry of yellow bright,
In springtime’s tender, soft delight.

O daffodils, in fields you reign,
A symbol pure, through joy and pain,
Forever in our hearts you stay,
As spring’s eternal, bright display.