One little daffodil
Stood proudly all alone
None grew with it there
Why was it on its own?

“I’m beautiful,” it seems to say
“Won’t someone come, look my way.
I’m God’s handiwork displayed
Small, yet wonderfully-made.

There are hosts of daffodils
Appearing all over the place
Why do I have to
be alone?
Yet I’m in a
special space.”

So as I sit by my
window
Its gentle beauty
speaks to me
Just a mini daff
without a friend
So I praise God
for eyes that see.

Elizabeth Tomlinson, Richmond