You return year after year
You bring my eyes and heart cheer,
Created by God with many varieties
Born in many societies.
In the mountains and fields I see you growing
Your wonder is always showing,
As you bloom in the late wintertime
Which gives the world a new rhyme.
You are the colors of many
You give smiles and joy to plenty,
You're yellow and white
Which still brings me great joy and delight.
As I walked through the fields of Wales
I could imagine the many great tales,
Carried in bouquets and worn in the hair
At which the lovers do always stare.
As I now sit and gaze upon you
I see your beauty so true,
You invite into my heart a thrill
Beautiful daffodil.
Randy L. McClave
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