Another daffodil, another spring.
The world turns and turns again and again.
What is new gets old; what was once old is new
going round in circles- is that all we do?
Day in and day out, we pursue a dream
and once it was achieved, we start again.
Can this world offer something that will last
wealth, beauty, joy, even pain – all turn to dust
Ah! How can a jaded heart not despair
when everything is fleeting. Could he dare
search for meaning in the passing moments
and thus give anchor to his existence?
But we’re the daffodils that grow in spring
blooming at the pleasure of Eden’s King.
10 thoughts on “ANOTHER DAFFODIL”
Beautiful. I love seeing the daffodils in spring time.
Beautiful photo. I enjoy reading your poetry. Very thought provoking 🙂
Thank you very much. 🙂
beautiful macro! your words are so true! 🙂
I love your images and the turn of phrase at the end.
Such a beautiful poem… Lovely photograph too.,. Happy weekend and best wishes. Aquileana 🐥
Thanks and happy weekend, too. 🙂