My lovely tulip, soft and bright,
You bloom like morning's first warm light.
Your petals sway with every breeze,
A little song among the trees.
You wear the colors of the dawn,
A tender glow from dusk till morn.
And when the world feels cold and gray,
You bring a touch of spring my way.
Oh tulip dear, so sweet, so true,
The garden feels more bright with you.
If beauty had a heart to show,
I think it would look just like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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