Human eyes, shocked were they,
as I saw shoots, under the bay,
I thought I did, all I could,
but low and behold, a yellow bud,
small golden cup, rose from the dead,
I live defeat, bow down in shed,
its silent bloom, becomes my lesson,
resilience, is such a blessing,
thus, let butter bell ring profound,
to blanket every human sound,
that is comprised of jeering power,
as mastery’s a cheery flower,
for nothing compares, to courtly gavel,
where there’s such pride, amongst the gravel,
as daffodil, stands the test of time,
to forget such thing, would be a crime.