Daffodil

Daffodil

Oh you droop your head
Your lovely belle
The spring sun is upon you
Wont you turn you head to meet her?
You are her color, and closer
So alike sisters
Wont you come and meet me
In bed, where sun is on the grass

Spring, Sprang, Sprung
Your bloom is finally won
My admiration for your slender
Leaves,
Parallel veins,
Your yellow, noble corona
Your corrugated collar
Is nothing short of under-pondered
And not hard won
Not for you, my first, flower, flirting

I

Can not pick you, and take you
Away from the soil, the sun.

I

Will only look, my Daffodil
My springing, sun-shine, planted

One.