In fields where morning light does grace,
Tulips stand in rows, a silent embrace.
Colors blend in a vibrant display,
Whispering secrets of a new day.

Beneath the sky, they gently sway,
Guardians of spring, in bloom they stay.
Their petals unfurl with elegant art,
A melody played on nature’s heart.

Each hue a story, each leaf a sigh,
A dance of life beneath the vast sky.
In their silence, a serene song,
Echoes of beauty that linger long.

In twilight’s glow, they rest once more,
Dreaming of dawn on the earth’s floor.
Tulips, in their gentle grace,
Speak of love in their quiet place.