Tulip
The sky with its first hint of gray
Turns a bright shade of pink
As I walk in the brisk cold air
The pure white snow crunches under my feet
As I walk along that lonely street
Not a soul in sight
For I left them all far behind
In the road on Elm St.
A warm coat and gloves are all I have to wear
In this brisk cold air
I turn the corner on to a street
Finally for what, I must know
I look at the land all covered in white
Soon I find what I have come for
A lonely tulip one of many to grow
However, this one has survived the bitter cold snow
I pick it up with cold blue hands
And walk the way I came
I soon appear back on that lonely street
It brings me hope
Life is what it provides
This tulip was strong yet weak
This tulip is me
Not long ago
I was left in this cold lonely street
Left to die all alone
But I came through
I was strong yet weak
Poor but rich
This tulip is me