Daffodil

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