Daffodils

Our dilly dallying in the daffodils is now no more

Many have been dropping to the floor

Lockdown is upon us, the plague drawing near

Will the days of old come upon us? Will we still smell the daffodils we hold dear?

The daffodils smelt so ever sweet

The memories of the daffodil past haunts me in my sleep

In my slumber I still remember

The things we do in the daffodil summer

The field of daffodils call upon me

Yet I cannot answer for the plague will make me wither

The plague may make the everglades fall

The daffodils will gladly catch their fall.