In the golden fields where sunlight weaves,
Beneath the azure sky that gently breathes,
Daffodils sway in rhythmic grace,
Their petals soft, a delicate lace.

Whispering winds through stems entwined,
A melody of nature, pure and kind,
They dance and twirl in joyous flight,
Illuminating the day, banishing night.

Faces turned towards the warming sun,
Each bloom a story, each tale begun,
In the garden’s heart, they find their place,
A testament to beauty, a gift of space.

As seasons turn and time moves on,
The daffodils remain, though moments gone,
Eternal in their golden hue,
A symbol of life, forever true.