I wandered lonely, in a crowd,
That boasts so high, after ales and pills,
When all of sudden, the grass does vow,
A group of happy daffodils,
That do not forsake, they only please,
Distracting me, from man’s disease.
Their silent bloom, makes them a friend,
An example, a better way,
People continue to offend,
Trying to blacken every day,
But ten thousand yellow little smiles,
Tells me, that life, is worthwhile.
Swaying in the wind, they work their art,
Attending to unthankful folk,
That really do need; to soothe their hearts,
And not; to re-tell their joke,
So, I gaze, and gaze, and gaze again,
To think on times, of now and then.
Thus, when I am sat, on my trusty chair,
I will cast my vote of thanks,
As they wish me joy, and not despair,
When they sing from the river banks,
Though man, will continue with their kills,
I shall retain the message, from daffodils.