How lucky I was alone earlier at a sunny hour
To have gazed upon a splendid blue sky and tulip flowers!
The shining blooms had opened peacefully like a prayer book.
With purely painted petals the waking world - so wondrous, looked.
Sacred cups of bright sunrise orange, flame red and yellow glowed.
Some stored dreams for golden days in boundless summer tulips hold.
I love tulips and grow them, they are as beautiful as this poem.
As a child of all things natural this is another beaut.. Well cadenced. Just like another painting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In so few lines you have so splendidly put a beautiful picture right before us! Thank you. Very well done.