By JH Sayyar
When golden heads arise from verdant bed,
And dance beneath the sun’s caressing gaze,
They chase the gloom that winter’s silence spread,
With whispers of spring’s renewing praise
So bright they bloom, like joy in purest form,
Each petal shaped as nature’s gentle sigh,
A herald soft before the season’s storm,
That paints the earth beneath a blue sky.
Though brief their stay, they teach the soul to sing,
Of beauty found in moments swift and small.
In fragile grace, they wear the crown of spring,
And lift the heart with every rise and fall.
O Daffodils, in fleeting time you stay,
Yet in your bloom, eternal is your day.
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