In the gentle dawn, tulips awaken,
Soft whispers in the morning light,
Painted petals, natureâs canvas,
A symphony of colors so bright.
Beneath the sky, they dance and sway,
Cradling secrets of a world unseen,
Each bloom a promise, a silent prayer,
Unfolding dreams in shades of green.
The breeze carries their fragrant song,
A melody of grace and gentle might,
Tulips, guardians of the spring,
Embracing warmth, dispelling night.
In fields of gold and crimson hue,
Their beauty whispers tales untold,
Of fleeting time and endless hope,
In tulips’ embrace, life unfolds.