In fields where golden daffodils sway,
They whisper secrets to the day;
Beneath the sun’s soft, gentle beams,
They dance within their golden dreams.

Their petals glow with vibrant light,
A tapestry of pure delight;
In gentle breezes, they unfold,
Stories of spring in hues of gold.

Each bloom a beacon, bright and clear,
A herald of the warmth that’s near;
In their quiet, graceful way,
They turn the gloom to bright array.

So let us wander ‘midst their song,
Where daffodils in clusters throng;
In their embrace, find solace true,
Among the fields of golden hue.