Bright and Spritly

Along the road on my way I looked up, walking away Boughs of yellow flowers so bright They were a heavenly sight Hanging , from the lined trees With zooming around of bees The passing cars threw fumes Left unaffected seemed the blooms I'd forgotten about this flower To ignite the spirit it has the power Some trees were plump and short The others simply shot If these Wordsworth had seen Before 'Daffodils' another poem would have been These trees have lesser leaves Through the boughs the sunlight sieves These light boughs are devoid of fragrance But stateliness is of great eminence Through these I'd drive again and again Although I may seem insane I just adore them I always try to bring home one bough on a stem But sometimes I let them be As they are so stately.