You’re shining so boldly,
and I was so glad to see you,
that at first I didn’t notice,
little daffodil, that you felt shy.
I understand. You’re the first one.
There’s no one here to tell you
that you are unfolding perfectly,
and that you will love it here,
where rain and sun dance
and stars sparkle at night
and a gazillion green things
grow all around you. You’ll see.
Soon, your friends will open, too,
and you will tell them that
they are doing it perfectly,
and all of you will boldly shine.