Daffodils in the Field
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Amidst the hills and valleys proud,
The gentle breeze, it kissed my face,
And filled my heart with wondrous grace.
A sea of daffodils before my eyes,
A sight to see, a true surprise,
Their golden heads, they danced and swayed,
In perfect rhythm, in serenade.
The beauty of nature, I did behold,
A tale of magic, yet to be told,
In fields of green and skies of blue,
A world of wonder, so pure and true.
And as I roamed, amidst the fray,
My heart did sing, in joyous sway,
For nature's beauty, it did unfold,
A sight to cherish, forever told.
Oh, how the daffodils did shine,
In perfect harmony, so divine,
A sight to cherish, forevermore,
A world of beauty, I did explore.
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Beautiful piece āØššš