Tulips, Too - Poem by Gayle Sweeney
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.
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