A poem of or about daffodils. It is hoped that you will like reading this piece.
|There is a field of daffodils.
The wind blows in a melodic manner.
The daffodils dance to the music.
Swaying back and forth they shine.
The field is nothing but daffodils.
Beautiful in nature are they.
A boy comes to the field.
He wants to touch one of them.
He wants to smell their fragrance.
So, he reaches out to touch one of the daffodils.
It feels good to his hand.
The smell lingers as he walks through the field.
He loses himself in the field of daffodils.
He loves the time he has spent there.
It was a haven of peace and contentment.