The narrator talks about wandering like a cloud floating above hills and valleys, he encountered a field of daffodils beside a lake. The dancing, fluttering flowers stretched endlessly along the shore, and though the waves of the lake danced beside the flowers, the daffodils outdid the water in glee.
So again we are talking about a bad poem. I gotta sat that I’m becoming tired reading all these bad poems.
The writing style here is bad. And somehow it has the generic writing style which is in every bad poems.
The plot here is also bad. It wasn’t that unique because there were poems which had the same or almost the same plot as this one has.
I give this poem 1 / 5