Inspired by Spring 

The Daffodils by William Wordsworth 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

  That floats on high o'er vales ad hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd, 

A host , of golden daffodils;

  Besides the lake, beneath the trees, 

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

  They stretched in never-ending line 

  Along the margin of a bay:

 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:

  A poet could not but be gay, 

In such a jocund company:

I gazed-and-gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

  In vacant or pensive mood

They flash upon that inward eye 

 Which is the bliss of solitude:

And them my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

Flowers are the gems of nature