A Patch of Daffodils
There’s a patch of daffodils growing in my garden,
First, just one sprouted up, but now there are loads of them.
Some are weak foundlings struggling to reach the light
Others are strong and tall, a very welcome sight.
I like my patch of daffodils they’re sweet for a little while
But in the end their petals fade, and they end in a dead pile.
Spring is full of wonder, of things new and bright
But eventually the rain comes and the flowers cannot fight.
I notice now in my daffodil patch a little stem of green,
It’s strong and sturdy, how have I not seen
A little tree trying to grow, trying to touch the light,
With my trowel and water can, I shall help you along
My evergreen tree shall grow steady and strong
Its leaves do not fade. Its trunk survives the wind
It does not blow away in autumn and leave me weeping.
I had a patch of daffodils, pretty they may have been
But now I have an evergreen tree and it’s the best I’ve ever seen.