It is spring, it is spring,

     I am sure it is true,

For I saw in my garden

     And my neighbor saw too

A long row of daffodils green,

     But when we looked closely

Bits of yellow were seen.

Spring winds will blow softly

     And gently caress

Those green buds of daffodils

     Held close to earth’s breast.

And the life giving rays

     Of the sun will shine through

Then a wealth of rare beauty

     Will burst into view.

— Emma Thornley —