In fields where sunlight gently spills,
The daffodils sway in the breeze,
Their golden crowns, a sight that thrills,
A dance of nature, meant to please.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They bloom with joy, so pure and bright,
Each petal kissed by morning dew,
A symbol of spring’s warm light.

Their presence speaks of life’s renewal,
A promise of days fresh and new,
With every gust, they seem to fuel,
The hope that in our hearts, they grew.

Oh, daffodils, in yellow hue,
You paint the world with endless grace,
In every glance, a dream comes true,
In your embrace, we find our place.