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.