A Host of Golden Daffodils
A host of golden daffodils
Stood stately on a hill
It was a magnificent sight
To drink in as I stood still.
Suddenly from nowhere
A wind came gushing by
And whipped off the golden petals
And they began to fly
Fluttering and dancing
Their golden petals glisten like Gold,
The solid stems of the daffodils,
Saw the happy petals prancing,
And felt very old.
Then one of the stately stems
That was not quite as green as some,
Said, "Why are you looking sad?"
The blossom's time has come,
Our stems may bend,
Wrinkle and die
But our roots will grow
Strong and new stems
Will look up to the sky,
Next Spring,
Standing stately on this hill
A host of Golden Daffodils
Will be blossoming still.
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