Daffodil Poem by Nenia Arnaiz Dulom

My name is Daffodil,
A flower on a hill,
My birth is in the spring,
And bloom till summer reign.

A nature’s sweet design,
Laid down in verdant ground,
In county side’s farmland,
Or mountainous surround.

Down metropolis urban site,
Across the scenic valley span,
My face greets you with smile,
You know it’s flowering time.

In case it’s winter still,
And gloominess prevail,
Do not be in despair,
It can’t hold back the spell.

When you hear the birds sing,
Butterflies and bees whirl,
You know it signals the advent,
Of my fresh awakening.

I may die in the end,
When the season give in,
But anticipate me again,
To return in another spring.