There are some poems that feel less like literature and more like a breath we didn’t realise we were holding.
William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” — first published in 1807 — is one of those rare pieces that invites us to slow down, lift our gaze, and see the world with softer eyes.

The poem begins in solitude, with the speaker wandering “lonely as a cloud.” It’s a feeling most of us know well — those moments when life feels heavy, noisy, or disconnected. But what makes this poem so enduring is the way it shifts. With one simple moment of noticing, everything changes.

He sees “a host of golden daffodils”, and suddenly the world becomes brighter.

The daffodils are ordinary, everyday flowers — nothing grand, nothing rare — yet they become symbols of joy, light, and restoration. Wordsworth reminds us that healing doesn’t always arrive with fanfare. Sometimes it appears quietly, in something small and golden at the edges of the day.

And that is the heart of the poem:
✨ the transformative power of paying attention.
✨ how beauty meets us when we make space for it.
✨ how even a single moment of wonder can shift our entire mood.

Wordsworth later writes that the memory of the daffodils continues to comfort him long after the moment has passed. Even when he is indoors, overwhelmed or weary, the vision of those flowers returns “and then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils.”

Isn’t that such a tender truth?
Some moments stay with us because they change us.
Some sights become a kind of inner light we can return to whenever we need it.

This poem fits so beautifully with the Serenity Script spirit — the reminder that grace often arrives in the simplest places, and that noticing the small wonders around us can become a quiet, sustaining form of hope.

Today, may you find your own “golden daffodils” — whatever form they take.
A sunrise. A kind word. A moment of calm.
Something small, shining, and unexpectedly healing.

And may your heart dance a little, too.