Daffodils appears in my eyes Everytime I think of happiness That bright yellow becomes the sun And that sun cracks my lips into smiles
Barely 8 was I when I walked passed those Daffodils And how strong its image that captures my heart Along the Western Road was where I've onced lived And Bolehill Park becomes my playground port
At 44 young I am now living While my mind travels still to that 8 year old me It was the daffodils that makes me thriving And that English Springtime that creates me
How I wished I brought that spring with me Everyday along my months and years How I wished you are only for me Just like my most favourite Spring hours
Heart: I still can remember the daffodils Conscience : That was so long ago while you're in England
Heart : Yes that springtime. I just love it. Especially at Bolehill Park. Conscience : Ah yes I remembered you told me, you went to school there.
Heart : Yes in Sheffield. The memory I have of those daffodils along Western Road always put a smile on my face. Conscience : That must be such a beautiful memory for you. Heart : Yes it is. Makes me think of Wordsworth poem about it. I always look forward to spring.
**Simple things in life makes her happy. As simple as the bright yellow Daffodils in spring**