In fields of gold where sunlight dances,
The yellow blooms do sway,
They whisper secrets to the breeze,
And brighten up the day.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
The daffodils do shine,
A sea of yellow, pure and true,
Their beauty so divine.

The golden rays of morning light,
Awaken all the earth,
In yellow’s glow, the world feels right,
A promise of rebirth.

As dusk descends and shadows grow,
The yellow fades away,
But in our hearts, its warmth we know,
Will return with the day.