Tulipas,  our days are lovely now.
I waited for you to rise from beneath
From the dark realms of cold and regeneration,
upwards your appeared.
Your green fingers and arms reaching,
giving us hope for  a new season
I dreamed of you on Turkish hills,
your petals brushed by dresses in French Gardens
 and breaking hearts and fortunes in Holland.
Thank you for making so many of us so happy!