There is something a soul loves about a tulip bed
Brave red warriors, fearlessly blooming
Tossed among the prairie winds and buried in snow;
I gaze from the edge and marvel at such courage,
Awed by first flash of spring.
Yet at this shrine of tulips there is another,
A more ardent worshipper than I
Who adores each day with consecrated whine.
Not worshipping from afar, or with holy expectancy,
But with sweet communion among the flowers,
(Where even I fear to tread) the ritual is completed:
Two turns and a twist, and a sigh of pure adoration
The long ears give a twitch and then– down she sinks among the glory
And from the crushed velvet red, spring rises like incense
Heavenward, and so it shall be forever,
For is this not called such — a tulip bed?
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Thanks for the laugh! =)
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