Tulip
Suzanne Mondoux · 8 September 2020
I forged my way through the winter of my life Remaining still and quiet until the ground thawed I wake to the sun on my face and rise to the sky I’m the tulip that awakened from a sleep I’m the tulip that stayed and found her way
I had no need to be moved I planted myself in the ground where I knew I wanted to grow I let the bees and butterflies visit me I’m the tulip of time past, present and future with no time gone by My cup shape heart grows with the rain
I start as the bulb of life and remain as the bloom of time Flower of the land for many to see I’m plucked and I’m watered in many homes I’m the colour you choose that reflects your mood
Tulip to remind you of the new day Where life begins and finds its way to its end The blossom of a stem with a flower I colour parts of the planet I’m developed in the wild and in your gardens Where do you see me best
Where is the bud when I’m at rest What’s the best of me Tulip in the spring Or do you see me already in the bud that’s soon to be the bloom of your new day Tulip of many parts of me and you I plant me where I soon will be