In fields of gold where daffodils sway, The Easter Bunny hops along his way. Sunshine breaks through morning's tender veil, Whispering peace on an April gale. With gentle hops it scatters, lays a trail Of chocolate eggs in pastel shells, Each one a promise that softly tells Of joy wrapped in the warmth of Easter's tale. As sunlight folds its gentle ease, The world spins quietly towards peace. Amidst the blooms where children roam, Finds laughter, love—Easter's true home.