In the gentle morning light, tulips rise,
Their petals kissed by dew, a soft surprise,
Colors dance upon the breeze, bright and fair,
A symphony of hues fills the air.

Through endless fields, they weave a silent tale,
Of seasons past and dreams that never pale,
Each bloom a whisper of the earth’s delight,
A testament to nature’s endless might.

Beneath the sky, where azure rivers flow,
Tulips stand as sentinels, row by row,
Their beauty speaks of hope and endless grace,
A timeless charm no darkness can erase.

As day turns into dusk and shadows fall,
The tulips’ gentle sway begins to call,
A lullaby of peace in twilight’s glow,
The whispers of the tulips softly grow.