I gaze at the many drifting clouds in the sky;
time no longer passes by.
The sun engulfs me in a warm embrace
as the soft breeze nuzzles my face.
The song birds are singing a symphony of love;
the earth is rife with blossoms and buds.
The grass, oh so soft, as a bed from the earth;
uplifts my conscious for a grand new rebirth.
For just as the daffodils that envelop the grassy plains;
so too can I now brim with genial joy on these daffodil days.