We Daffodils

WE DAFFODILS We are the brightest best-loved first-borns of God’s flower children, Hear our golden trumpets’ clarion call. Our sunny mouths whisper With nodding heads.We chatter among ourselves like market women. Gladness-filled,we stand erect, the tallest, smartest, like serried soldiers. Our tender tips were cold in the snow; the smiling sun now warms our lips. Our swaying golden bells of heaven - of God’s orchestra the brass section - Playing to the overhead budding leaves and the slow-rising tulips. Hearty, open-mouthed, laughing at the sun to attract his warm affection. . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck 27 February 2012 Entered in Francine Roberts's contest "Pusywillows or daffodils"