The daffodils

Under the blue spring sky,
Daffodils dance, graceful masters.
With fine grace they open their petals,
In a waltz of light, on all paths.

In a corner of the garden, I sit like a queen,
With sunny, golden faces.
They spread sweet, delicate perfume,
Remembering the love that has not been forgotten.

The sun's rays caress them gently,
And the wind sings them a clapping song.
In a moment of magic, time stops,
And the heart, at their beauty, melts.

Daffodils, harbingers of pure rebirth,
Blues are reflected in your eyes.
With your beauty, spring comes alive,
And our souls are filled with joy.