Daffodil Days

Mon, 10/13/2014 - 13:30 -- evas

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.

 

 

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