The skies are full of stories of The Laughing Daffodil From ravens on the roof right here to parrots in Brazil They squawk their talk of Lindsey and of how I love her so Her daffodilian glories storied for the world to know Her name is Lindsey Hastings but she also always will Be transcendentally to me The Laughing Daffodil Like petals of the daffodil her sunshine yellow hair And her laughter is the music of the fairest of the fair The only child of only and the best there ever was Because the only one I love above all just because And those who read these lines of mine like parrots in Brazil Like ravens on the roof right here like Lanceans will see One to whom none can compare on the air of everywhere Her daffodilian glories storied in my poetry +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII