Tulips
Tulips are a special flower,
they bloom but once a year.
The bulb is planted in the fall,
but grows when spring is near.
A herald from the joys of sun,
It's message is that winters done.
The bulb springs up so tender and raw,
a gentle sprout to beat the thaw.
The flower grows but doesn't show
the color thats inside.
Until it blooms no one will know
the secret it that it hides.
I am the Gardener, the one who cares,
I am the Nurturer, the one who dares
to coax these flowers into bloom,
and bring them past their winters doom.
I pulled the weeds, to give you room.
I beat the sun, to melt the frost.
I worked to see you shine, no matter the cost.
For you are my tulip, and I shall see you bloom.
I really like this poem! Did you write it?
ReplyDeleteYes, yes i did, thanks.
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