Daffodils

Daffodils Through the valleys, by the streams The sunlight glances through the trees And there in the meadow so tall and proud Bright yellow daffies like a bustling crowd Their heads sway gently in the evening breeze Bobbing and dancing, so eager to please Their trumpets playing a silent tune From morning til night under a silvery moon Some stand together as if in a meeting Chatting and laughing and sending a greeting To others who stand in single file As if on a march to a nearby stile Days and weeks and years pass by And each time I see them they make me smile With their long green stems and yellow frill The sunny and bright Golden Daffodil