When Daffodils Appear
It does something to the heart when daffodils appear,
Dancing gaily underneath the trees.
All the worries and the woes, the sorrow and the fear,
Seem to flutter off upon the breeze.
Something seems to happen to the overburdened heart
When these golden trumpets sound again,
Giving us the wish and will to make another start,
Finding a release from stress and strain.
It's as if God says to us, "Behold, this day I give
The gift of life to every growing thing."
We too, like the daffodils, once more begin to live,
Quickened by the magic of the spring.
-- Patience Strong
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