Daffodils

 

As I walk my hour a day

A golden army line my way

Stood to attention tall and proud

Paraded together, a nodding crowd

 

Wild, strong and free they grow

Against stone walls and in hedgerow

Dancing and swaying in the breeze

Sheltering under the budding trees

 

A fanfare of trumpets, glowing bright

Dazzling rays in the spring sunlight

Elegant and graceful like a regal gown

Paired with a corona, their golden crown

 

Telling the world that spring is here

Summer is on its way, do not fear

The long, cold winter is in the past

And brighter days are coming fast

 

As reliable as a trusted friend

On daffodils we can depend

They come around every year

A celebration of joy and cheer

 

As I walk my hour a day

A golden army line my way

A symbol of hope and rebirth

An Easter gift from mother earth