I DREAM OF TULIPS

I often dream of a picturesque meadow with green
Grass that sparkles like a wine glass wiped clean
And the blue sky suspended over the lush land
Truly a spell woven by a fairy’s magic wand!
In this bountiful countryside I see flowers galore
Beautiful, striking, bewitching, in every color
Red and yellow; orange, pink and white
Lovely tulips, you make a wonderful sight.

I often dream of the wind – gentle and playful
Teasing my tulips like a matador would a bull
Pushing them here and pulling there a little
At times harshly as if playing a game of skittle
And the dainty blossoms twirl their haughty heads
Their roots stuck firm in their flowery beds
Red and yellow; orange, pink and white
Lovely tulips, you make a wonderful sight.

I often dream of the clouds in the sky above
Those puffs of cotton, pure like a white dove
Shading my tulips from the austere summer sun
Naughty and flirting, vibrant and awash with fun
Inadvertently a beautiful backdrop they bestow
To the flowers standing row upon row upon row
Red and yellow; orange, pink and white
Lovely tulips, you make a wonderful sight.

I often dream of the bubbly and joyous spring
Rapt in its allure, every heart yearns to sing
The grandeur of the panorama is beyond words
A festive air fills the ether; and butterflies, birds
Vie with each other to kiss my enticing tulips
For the most resolute mind melts and in love slips
Red and yellow; orange, pink and white
Lovely tulips, you make a wonderful sight.

After the night’s whimsy I awaken at dawn
My psyche refreshed and vivid in the morn
My mind’s passage to this haven, this paradise
Imbues in my being energy, vigor and spice
For my tulips have on me that mystical corollary
Which expels despondency and the deepest worry
Colorful, cheerful, beautiful and bright
Lovely tulips, you are indeed a wonderful sight.