I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud 
that floats on high over vales and hills,
when all at once I looked down and saw a crowd,
and in my path there was a host of golden daffodils.  So check it.

The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease 
I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees,
and they moved me, like they were bass in the keys. 
They were flutterin’ and dancin’ inside the breeze

And seemed infinite–just like the stars that shine 
up in the belt of Orion across to the Milky Way.
They stretched along the coast in a never-ending line 
all across the water margin of the golden silky bay.

Must have been 10,000 I saw in my retina. 
No more than a glance, then I registered they’re beautiful etcetera.
I never knew in advance
but they were tossing up their heads like a pogo dance.

In a contrast to the plants there were waves beside them.
The way they crashed and sparkled added to the marvel,
and the writer couldn’t help but feeling bright like a sunbeam,
‘cause the flowers and the waves they were quite some team. Get it.

Across the spot… just lost the plot…. 
just watched and watched all the yellow and green,
and at the time I didn’t really have to pay them no mind,
but when I think back to the day it was a helluva scene.

So often when I’m on my couch just sittin’
In a vacant mood or idle position
With nothin’ to do my face screwed, time tickin’,
I gotta rewind to my vision.

I get a flashback in my mind’s eye
to the bliss of solitude from the hindsight.
My heart fills up until the pleasure has spilled--
yeah I’m taken back to dancin’ with the daffodils.