I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud
that floats on high over vales and hills,
when all at once I looked down and saw a crowd,
and in my path there was a host of golden daffodils. So check it.
The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease
I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees,
and they moved me, like they were bass in the keys.
They were flutterin� and dancin� inside the breeze
And seemed infinite�just like the stars that shine
up in the belt of Orion across to the Milky Way.
They stretched along the coast in a never-ending line
all across the water margin of the golden silky bay.
Must have been 10,000 I saw in my retina.
No more than a glance, then I registered they�re beautiful etcetera.
I never knew in advance
but they were tossing up their heads like a pogo dance.
In a contrast to the plants there were waves beside them.
The way they crashed and sparkled added to the marvel,
and the writer couldn�t help but feeling bright like a sunbeam,
�cause the flowers and the waves they were quite some team. Get it.
Across the spot� just lost the plot�.
just watched and watched all the yellow and green,
and at the time I didn�t really have to pay them no mind,
but when I think back to the day it was a helluva scene.
So often when I�m on my couch just sittin�
In a vacant mood or idle position
With nothin� to do my face screwed, time tickin�,
I gotta rewind to my vision.
I get a flashback in my mind�s eye
to the bliss of solitude from the hindsight.
My heart fills up until the pleasure has spilled--
yeah I�m taken back to dancin� with the daffodils.
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