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This poem is composed by nine lines and embodies a simple idea: from an ordinary episode, the sight of a rainbow,
the poet reflects on how childhood experiences influence adult life.
In the 7th line there is a famous paradox: "The Child is the father of the Man". The Child is innocent and pure but he has immagination that  makes him better and clevar than the Man. The "natural piety", that connect the poet's days each to each, is the instinctive attitude of children and represents their natural feelings of wonder and joy.

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MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

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when I visited basilicata this summer I found myself  in front off an uncontaminated nature an landscape where i stopped and I saw the nature around me.when you rest alone whit the nature all your thought done and your mind fly away, so this sensantion come for me when I rest alone in nature and this happend this summer.

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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.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:                                  10
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,                               20
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.

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in this poem, the poet describe his experience in front off the daffodils host. he was alone and in the lakeshore when he saw their dance, but he said that only when he return at home he understood the impoetant moment that he had live.