As I walk through the fields of gold,
The daffodils whisper in the breeze,
Their delicate petals a sight to behold,
As they sway to the rhythm with ease.
Their voices soft and sweet,
A gentle hum that fills my ears,
And in their company, I find retreat,
From the worries and doubts and fears.
For the daffodils hold a magic,
A secret known to few,
And their whispers are a kind of music,
That stirs the soul anew.
They remind me of the beauty,
That exists in every moment and thing,
And they call me to live fully,
And to let my heart take wing.
So I listen to their whispers,
And I let them guide my way,
For in their gentle reminders,
I find the courage to seize the day.
And I walk on through the fields of gold,
With the daffodils as my guide,
Their whispers a story that unfolds,
As I walk with them side by side.
