In fields where golden daffodils sway,
Their whispers carried by the breeze,
A symphony of light they play,
Dancing beneath the ancient trees.
Beneath the skyâs cerulean dome,
They bloom with pride, their faces bright,
A sea of sunlit yellow foam,
That turns the day from dark to light.
Their petals soft, like silken dreams,
They tell of spring and hope anew,
In every ray of sunlightâs beams,
They weave a world of golden hue.
Oh, daffodils, with hearts so pure,
You bring a joy words canât define,
In your embrace, I feel secure,
A timeless beauty, so divine.