In gardens where the tulips bloom bright,Colors ablaze in the soft morning light,They stand tall through the chill of the night,Whispering secrets of spring’s gentle might.Their petals unfold with a silent grace,Painting the earth in a vibrant embrace,A dance of hues in a delicate space,Each tulip a story, a memory to trace.Through rain and wind, they sway and bend,Holding their ground, refusing to end,In their resilience, a message they send:That beauty persists, and wounds will mend.As seasons change and time moves on,The tulips remain, though some are gone,They remind us of dawns yet to be drawn,In every petal, a new hope is born.