In fields where sunlight softly spills,
The daffodils sway in gentle grace,
Their golden heads nodding to the breeze,
A silent dance in nature’s embrace.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
They stand as heralds of the spring,
Bright trumpets soundless in their song,
Yet in their beauty, hearts they bring.

With petals like the morning sun,
A sea of yellow, pure delight,
They cradle dreams of warmth and light,
Awakening the world from night.

Oh, daffodils, your fleeting glow,
A reminder of life’s gentle pace,
In your brief bloom, eternity,
A timeless beauty we embrace.