I am a springtime daffodil.
My golden trumpet heralds
warm breezes that sway while
mixing with orange sunlight sparkles
into a heavenly elixir.
Drink it down and take flight!
Follow my magic to the skies.
My soft petals will fan the wind
and transport you to a place in the clouds.
I feel the enchantment washing over me
and stretch my reedy leaves to catch you.
Alas, a daffodil cannot go to heaven.
We only fan the winds for others.
And so I watch you go.

This was a workshop exercise to imagine I am something to do with spring, stepping out of my human skin, in this case to be a daffodil.