In fields where sunlight gently spills,
A sea of gold, the daffodils,
They sway and dance in gentle breeze,
Whispering tales to the tall oak trees.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
Their petals gleam with morning dew,
A symphony of yellow bright,
Painting the meadows with pure delight.

Each bloom a star in daylight’s glow,
Their beauty sets my heart aglow,
In silent reverie, I stand,
Enchanted by this floral band.

Oh, daffodils, your dance so free,
Inspires the soul to dream and see,
The world in hues of hope and cheer,
With every bloom, spring draws near.