Daffodils dance upon the breeze <br />with such sweet scented ease, <br />as men walk past with minded cares <br />not seeing dancing everywhere. <br />They walk, but do not know how to dance <br />as the daffodils they bend and bow, <br />they dance to life with no furrowed brows <br />and need no one to tell them how. <br /> <br />Whilst daffodils, they have rooted stems <br />that stop them wandering from their beds <br />they do not walk, of course! They have no legs! <br />The men they have work to do <br />to rise and meet each day that dawns <br />and of course they have roots too <br />which keep them bound not to their beds <br />but to the minded cares they carry in their heads. <br /> <br />The daffodils, they see men walk <br />and most likely they must think (if daffodils could) <br />which they can't; I guess? <br />If we had legs instead of roots, <br />oh how we would dance upon the breeze <br />and go through life with such sweet scented ease! <br />Why give men a brain, <br />if they treat with such disdain <br />us daffodils that bend and bow <br />just to relieve them of their furrowed brows?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils-and-men/
