Monday, September 1, 2008
The dancing daffodils
Drench in rain and dry in sun,
To see their dance is lots of fun.
The color of them, really bright,
Yellow brings us pure delight.
Stretching their band so wide,
Is this the ocean with yellow tide?
In such a fashion they really grow,
No wonder, we raise our brow.
Touch, hug and kiss each other,
They know or not they will wither!
These we name as daffodil,
How they stand, is a riddle.
Not I am William Wordsworth,
Do suppose these are words worth
To see their dance is lots of fun.
The color of them, really bright,
Yellow brings us pure delight.
Stretching their band so wide,
Is this the ocean with yellow tide?
In such a fashion they really grow,
No wonder, we raise our brow.
Touch, hug and kiss each other,
They know or not they will wither!
These we name as daffodil,
How they stand, is a riddle.
Not I am William Wordsworth,
Do suppose these are words worth
Hianusree
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