& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass
The young boy came into our lives
On an evening when sunlight streams
Through leafless trees, I look more closely
To see the sticky buds beginning to open
That he too might enjoy the birdsong
Among the peacefulness, both now
& also in his later years
That his parents may soon walk out with him
In the countryside; also play endlessly together
On the soft sands, by sparkling seas
That love should come our way
Is itself the miracle of life
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