In fields where dreams do softly sigh,
Beneath a tender, azure sky,
The daffodils in golden hue,
Begin their dance, a sight so true.

The breeze, it whispers gentle notes,
As petals sway on sunny moats,
A symphony of light and grace,
In Spring’s warm, enchanting embrace.

Each bloom a star in daylight’s realm,
With stems like wands that overwhelm,
The heart with joy, the soul with peace,
As nature’s wonders never cease.

So let us bask in this pure sight,
Where daffodils chase away the night,
And in their dance, find solace still,
In the fields, by the whispering hill.