In fields where tulips sway and sing,
A tender dance that spring does bring.
Their petals whisper tales of old,
In hues of red, pink, and gold.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
They rise each day with morning dew.
A symphony of colors bright,
In nature’s embrace, a pure delight.

The gentle breeze that stirs their leaves,
Carries secrets the earth receives.
Each bloom a poet, pure and true,
Painting dreams in every hue.

As daylight fades to twilight’s kiss,
Tulips stand in tranquil bliss.
A testament to nature’s art,
Forever etched in every heart.