Daffodils – William Wordsworth
As you listen to this poem, reflect on the wonders of nature and let it heal your pensive mood or broken heart.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
