Tulips

We went to Cheekwood today.
I saw tulips.
Springs breath.
Natures bounty of spring.
This poem,
Is for the tulips,
Of Cheekwood.

Tulips.

Nature’s gracious bosom,

Hath given forth her gorgeous breath,

In praise of these most elegant blossoms,

Which she hath brought forth to celebrate spring!

Hail, sweet tulips

Spring is sweet.

And fleeting,

A treasure.

Treasure it.