Daffodils
The beautiful daffodils in a row,
How elegantly they grow,
So merrily in disdain,
In the sunlight they glow.
They thrive in wind and rain,
Their beauty does not wane,
Lift their heads in grace
In a world so mundane.
When cool air touches my face
With their whiff I race,
I call it a day
And I increase my pace.
As I move to play,
The yellow flowers say,
Hang on for some more time
Please do not go away!
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