Daffodils

For years I planted bulbs and dreamed of their golden hints of spring
To see the first sprouts of God's daffodils and the happiness they bring

The bulbs in the cold ground lie dormant just waiting for the spring days ahead
So they can sprout to grow and multiply their beauty onto the canvas they spread

Nourishment from the soil washed in the rain and warmed by the sun and God's loving hand
Each year I wait in hopes that their beauty would temporarily change the look of the land

The yellow splashes of daffodils upon the grass canvas of green
Is to me one of the most beautiful pictures in nature I've seen

How they in clumps and bunches cover the grassy hills
In delight I watch each year at the returning of the daffodils

Trumpets of acorn orange and petals of soft yellow the color of butter
A choir in royal robes shining like the sun and singing “Love one another”

They sway back and forth in the coolness of March's melodic breeze
As a testament to the renewing spirit after the cold of winter's freeze

The Dutch giants are the pride of Holland in deep yellow splendor
Mossy green leaves with the look of wax lift the blooms so tender

Like yellow ribbons along the fences and gathering together in daffodil drifts
I see each one special and every year they offer me their golden blooms as gifts

Happily I take their portraits annually to commemorate the daffodils of each new year
But the daffodils will, good Lord willing, continue to bloom long after I'm no longer here

So when I walk this earth no more please scatter my ashes among them after my cremation
And you can hope to see me again in the daffodils and each year wait on me with anticipation

I will rise again and bloom in small glory with nature having become one with the daffodils
And smile when you see me blooming along the fences and in shades of yellow among the hills