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Tulip


In blazing red you stand so proud, clinched by nature that made your shroud. Fresh and crisp in folds divine, breathtaking view glistens and shines. The prism of colors, of your wonderful hue, carefully hold a love so true. As your grandiose splendor drench the earth, it quenches the spirit and soothes the pangs of birth! The majestic radiance that you calmly bestow, conquered men to plough the earth and make you grow. Mocking the wind with your graceful sway, creates a heavenly horizon in a passionate way. Enchanting origin which unearth the spring, is a treasure indeed which seduced the king. Accounted in history as a maiden that brings fortune and beauty to the world it clings!
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