In a meadow bathed in golden light,
A sight of pure enchantment, oh so bright!
Daffodils, a host of dancing flames,
Igniting the landscape with vibrant names.
Their heads held high, in joyful array,
A hundred petals, a sunbeam bouquet.
Gentle breezes, their partners in rhyme,
They sway and twirl, keeping perfect time.
Their golden trumpets, heralds of cheer,
Sing nature's symphony for all to hear.
Each blossom, a testament to spring's grace,
Awakening the world with a tender embrace.
Their fragrant whispers, a sweet perfume,
Filling the air, dispelling winter's gloom.
They beckon and invite, a joyful call,
Come, dance with us, one and all!
Underneath their golden canopy,
Nature's tapestry, a masterpiece to see.
As they stand united, a radiant sea,
A kaleidoscope of colors, wild and free.
Oh, daffodils, your beauty profound,
Spreading joy and wonder all around.
Symbols of hope, rebirth, and mirth,
A reminder of life's eternal worth.
So, let us rejoice in their glorious sight,
Dancing daffodils, a pure delight.
In their presence, let our spirits soar,
And embrace the magic they forever store.
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Shilpa Rawade
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