Out I stepped,
The grass filling the spaces beneath my toes
As the fresh scents of nature mingled beneath my nose.
The wind blew steady and the flowers swayed in the breeze,
And as I stood beneath the shade of the trees, a lone flower did blow to my feet.
A Daffodil.
It was a little odd though,
As the garden did not show its kind.
Yet here it was, at my feet, and now on my mind.
I glanced around and off to the side, stood a plant on a table,
Embraced beneath the sunlight.
It took me a while, but soon the plant was in the ground.
Daffodils bobbing in the wind,
The flower that only knows 'begin'.
Happy new years.
