Where Golden Daffodils Grow Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

I lay me down in field of green,
Where the golden daffodils grow.
As I gazed into azure sky,
Fond thoughts of you and me did flow.

A dainty, painted butterfly
Flittered cheerfully in the air,
Reminding of our younger years
When life held not a single care.

Just then, a puffy orange cloud
Drifted quietly into my view;
I realized how silently time
Had overtaken me and you.

I closed my eyes then envisioned
Far beyond what we mortals see.
My heart overflowed with gladness,
As I envisaged you and me.

I remained still for many hours,
As the winds of time moved in slow.
I lay me down in field of green,
Where the golden Daffodils grow.