Around easter time,
a special flower awakes,
a lovely scent, yellow shine,
from an onion it brakes.

It tells the world arise
it tells, it is getting warm,
it tells, young, yet wise,
it tells, grow, do, perform.

A symbol of rebirth,
with no religious desire,
a symbol of hope on earth,
in a beautiful attire.

Six yellow leaves frame,
a majestic crown,
with a high symmetry gain,
the queen of spring in town.

A charming odor,
and a slim fit,
it requires no more,
a winners kit.

The wild daffodil,
a natures creation,
when nights still chill,
of high decoration.

Natural, a little cutie
a small thing of joy,
with elegance and beauty,
take time to enjoy.