In fields where sunlight softly spills,
The daffodils in golden rows,
Dance gently with the morning breeze,
As tales of springtime softly grow.

Beneath the azure, endless skies,
Their petals whisper ancient lore,
Of seasons past and dreams anew,
In vibrant hues forevermore.

Amidst their blooms, the earth awakes,
A symphony of life and grace,
With every sway, a silent song,
That time and nature both embrace.

In every heart where hope resides,
The daffodils, a gentle call,
To cherish every fleeting day,
And find the beauty in it all.