My tulips, pink and perfect
Half opened in the morning light
Green bows of silky texture
Like Emeralds of chlorophyll
Against the glowing, Carmen blooms
My tulips pink and perfect
Stand graceful in the room of Gods,
And though not equidistant
I carefully place the vase
To ensure that they can see
The flowers that we both enjoy
My rather cluttered kitchen
Of spices with their fragrant scents
Cups and glasses of odd shapes
And little avocado balls,
With iridescent wood tones
All smile at my florets too
My tulips look as pretty
As my cheerful helpers on the wall
The mustached one of many sons,
The one who loves to dance with ladies
The God who gazes through the window
Whose sacred image I dare not draw
And my tulips bathe their green stems,
Like I my feet before my prayer
Opening hearts in submission
We take joy, simply from the dawn;
A gift of morning to the day
And now I share my tulips with the Gods
As I sip my steaming Tulsi tea
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