Ode to the Golden Daffodil
Daffodils in their twilight fade
As May begins to shine
Their fragrance lost for another year,
A display both delicate and fine.
Wrinkled flower heads droop with age
As a blaze of golden yellow turns brown,
The whole of nature bows its head
And says goodbye with a frown.
They came at the end of winter
To grace nature with their charm
And stayed until the end of spring
Making all things sweet and calm.
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