Daffodils under the Row of Cedars
Beneath the steadfast row of cedars tall,Where whispers of the ancient wood recall,There lies a field, with daffodils in bloom,A golden sea, dispelling winter’s gloom.Each petal shines, a sunbeam kissed by dew,In gentle dance, as morning breezes blew.The cedars, proud, in silent vigil stand,Guardians of this bright and joyous land.The contrast stark, ‘tween evergreen and…