In a field of daffodils,

One stands all alone

Which observers avoid

For its obscure tone

Sinking in the garden

Stumbling off the hills

Golden memories are made

In this field of daffodils

One florist in solitary

Missing out on thrills

Picks the single flower

In this field of daffodils

It smells like heaven,

The florist concurs

The petals in lucky seven

The florist observes