Amidst the fields where sunlight weaves,
A sea of gold in gentle sway,
Daffodils dance with whispered leaves,
In the embrace of a bright spring day.

Their petals catch the morning light,
Glistening with a tender glow,
A chorus sung in hues so bright,
Where dreams of warmth begin to grow.

Each bloom a promise softly told,
In silent grace, they fill the air,
With stories of the days of old,
And wishes carried everywhere.

In golden waves, they gently rise,
A symphony of nature’s art,
Daffodils beneath the skies,
Sing melodies that touch the heart.