Amidst the green spiked epaulettes
their yellow helmets stood strong, proud.
In close tight formations
daffodil squadrons
were bursting from the hillsides
to proclaim spring’s arrival.
Stalwart against wind, snow
they gloried in the sun.
Heralds of summer to come
they burst out in silent song,
chorus strengthning daily.
Like angels from heaven,
harbingers of hopes filled
unswayed by that behind,
the promise of tomorrow