In the quiet dawn of spring, they rise,
Tulips blooming under the vast blue skies.
Gentle whispers in the morning breeze,
Colors dancing among the trees.

Petals soft as the morning dew,
Each hue a story, each shade a view.
Standing tall in rows they stand,
A vibrant chorus across the land.

The sun kisses their delicate forms,
As they sway gracefully in nature’s arms.
A symphony of silence, a burst of hues,
Tulips sing the songs of spring anew.

In gardens and fields, their beauty spreads,
Painting dreams where footsteps tread.
With every bloom, a promise kept,
In tulip’s heart, the earth has wept.