Golden daffodils

Thee who wish to wander far and wide,

Happy as a lone cloud

Floating high over vales and hills.

Let's traverse through fields

of golden daffodils;

Let us

Walk beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Sing and dance in the breeze.

Be as free as the stars that shine

And twinkle upon the milky way,

Stretch your imagination - never-ending

Along the margins of the bay

Ten thousand trees line up, as you glance,

Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.

The waves beside them ebb and flow

Outdoing the sparkling waves with glee:

It is a poet's paradise,

To be in such a jocund company:

You must gaze - and gaze - with little thought

At the priceless show bought free of cost

For often, when on your couch you recline

In thoughtful reverie, or pensive mood,

There flashes upon your inward eye

This tranquil bliss of solitude;

And then your heart with pleasure fills,

As you dance amidst the daffodils.

(Reminiscent of "The Daffodils". By William Wordsworth).

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Come, let's walk through woods we think we know.

Though they belong to a stranger

who owns a house in the village

He will not see us stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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Adapted from Robert Frost's poem - mostly.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening