I spied a lacy daffodil

dancing in the Texas breeze.

She invited me to join her.

I ran over and fell to my knees.


"Is it time for you to bloom, My Dear?

The fields are still so bare."

The words had scarely left my lips

When buzzing filled the air.

A bee gently lit on her yellow skirt

And scurried quickly inside.

He didn't stay long,

Got his treasure and flew,

On the wings of the wind

He did glide.

"Oh, Daffodil, please stay with me

And shine your golden light.

You'll be the most glorious bloom in my garden

And make that corner so bright!"

"I'm welcoming the springtime,

gathering bees, and drawing you near.

When my work is done,

I'll rest in the earth,

And return to you, Gransie,

next year!"