Upon How The Daffodil Became Ill
The Daffodil was feeling fine,
the day was cold,
but, the sun did shine.
It ventured out
a soul so bold
and into the air did shout:
“Look at me,
I’m fancy free!”
and smiled unto the world.
Then, it went in search of friends,
walked about, not quite to the ends of the Earth;
but down dale and up hill,
until…
atop a snow-covered mound –
a carpet of white
upon the ground –
it found a sense of liberty,
a peace of mind,
for one to be,
the highest peak the Daffodil,
of whom we speak, could find.
A sense of infinite well-being
was felt by the Daffodil,
until…
it decided to ski ‘down’ the hill.
Not a great skier,
no grace, no style,
the Daffodil was descending
at many a mile
per hour;
then things turned sour…
All control was lost,
and the final cost
was a bump on the head,
two broken legs,
and a stem that was twisted
and bitter.
The Daffodil felt shock
it was only 8 o’clock
and time was no friend to a flower.
From low unto high
to even lower by and by
in no more than
a quarter of an hour.
Lol aww poor daffodil! What a fun read! 🙂
Thank you. 😃