In the quiet dawn, tulips stand tall,
Their petals whisper secrets of spring,
Colors blend in a silent call,
As nature’s gentle voices sing.

Beneath the sun’s tender gaze,
They sway in the morning’s light,
Each bloom a story, an ancient phrase,
In hues so vibrant, pure, and bright.

The breeze carries their soft perfume,
Across the fields of endless grace,
In the garden, life finds room,
To dance in time’s gentle embrace.

As day unfolds, their beauty grows,
A testament to fleeting bliss,
In each petal, the world slows,
With a touch, a moment not to miss.