Golden petals dance beneath the sun,
Their whispering voices a gentle hum.
In fields where dreams and echoes play,
Daffodils sway, guiding the way.

Beneath the azure, endless skies,
They tell the tales of time that flies.
Each bloom a beacon, bright and bold,
In stories of warmth, yet to unfold.

The breeze carries their fragrant song,
A melody where hearts belong.
In their embrace, the world is still,
Finding peace on the rolling hill.

As daylight fades with a soft sigh,
They whisper secrets, low and shy.
In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
Daffodils rest, their beauty aglow.