Red, yellow and orange tulips (a poem)

In a garden of color, so bright and true,
Red, orange and yellow tulips, dance in the dew,
A sight so grand, a work of art,
A wonder of nature, that shall never depart.

With petals soft, and colors bold,
The tulips shine, a sight to behold,
Their hues so bright, their beauty rare,
A symbol of nature, that none can compare.

As the sun begins to rise,
The tulips bloom, a sight to surprise,
Their colors bold, their fragrance pure,
A symbol of life, that shall always endure.

And as the breeze begins to blow,
The tulips sway, their beauty aglow,
A dance of color, a dance of grace,
A symbol of hope, in life's endless race.

For in the tulips' gentle form,
We find a solace, in nature's warm,
A beauty that can never be bought,
A symbol of love, that shall never be wrought.

And so the tulips stand so tall,
A wonder of nature, that enthralls,
Their colors bold, their beauty pure,
A symbol of life, that shall always endure.