I captured this photograph during a visit to RAF Duxford a few years ago. The daffodils were gently swaying in the wind. They looked so pretty.

Daffodils dancing in the wind,
Golden heads that gently bend,
Whispering softly to the day,
As clouds and sunlight drift and play.
They sway as though they know a song,
A melody the breeze hums along,
Bright little flames upon the green,
The happiest sight that spring has seen.
They nod and twirl in fields so wide,
With joy they simply cannot hide,
As if the earth itself has smiled
At something simple, sweet, and wild. 🌼🌿