I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I have long loved this poem. Sometimes I like to think of everything in the world as part of God's masterpiece. Every sunset, every flower, every mountain, every stream, every flower, every star, every face...everything. Everything in the world has a rhyme, a melody, a song that quietly plays in the background of our lives. If we pause long enough we can hear the wind sing, the leaves laugh, the grass dance...if we listen, we can hear...if we look, we can see.