One day I was wondering around ,
And saw a yellow flower on the ground.
It was a pretty and charming daffodil,
Which grew up right beside the windmill.
The land was pleasing and covered in yellow
Except for the old and brown scarecrow
I laid over the comfortable flower bed ,
Watching the sky filled with small birds which are blue and red
Aren't the daffodil petals pretty and bright ?
As if the God created everything with his might.
I feel happy and and pleased in this lovely environment
Which made me write a small poem about daffodils and excitement
-Nessaya Jayawardene -
