In fields where tulips glisten with the dew,
The morning sun awakens every hue.
A tapestry of colors, bold and bright,
They dance and sway, a truly wondrous sight.

The whispers of the petals in the breeze,
Tell stories of the skies and ancient seas.
They stand with grace, a symbol of pure love,
Reaching for the endless skies above.

In gardens where their beauty softly lies,
Each tulip holds a secret in disguise.
They paint the earth with dreams both far and near,
Filling hearts with joy and banishing fear.

Beneath the moon’s soft glow they gently sigh,
Reflecting stars within the night sky.
Oh, tulips, in your elegance so grand,
You weave a magic with your gentle hand.