In the garden’s gentle cradle, tulips sway,Bathed in dawn’s tender, golden ray,Whispers of color, soft and bright,Awakening dreams in morning light.A dance of hues, from crimson to gold,Stories of spring in silence told,Petals unfurl, a brave display,In nature’s theater, they proudly stay.From earth’s embrace, they rise anew,In fields where gentle breezes blew,Each blossom sings a song of grace,In vibrant splendor, they find their place.Silent yet strong, they stand so tall,In their beauty, they captivate all,With every bloom, a story spins,In tulips’ realm, the magic begins.