The Daffodil
Far afar,
in the lush meadow,
a tiny Daffodil once dwelt.
Two steadfast arms enfolded it-
their wings unfurled,
a cradle of shade and whispers.
But,
But all hopes are gone.
The Sighing Winds carry silence now,
and the Daffodil leans forever,
a memory etched in the Earth.
It is all now a dream,
To dwell with them,
But, but He will be glad,
in a pure, new world!
Copyright © Dhanesha Eranjana | Year Posted 2025
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