A garden of flowers
The timid tulip cowers
Fore her stem is succinct
The kind of flower that if you blinked,
You would miss her altogether.
You spotted her, however.
Whispered to her of her beauty,
Helped her bloom like it was your duty.
Spoiled her in sweet soil
How quickly she bloomed; queen of the field; a royal,
She grew tall above them all.
One day, she answered your call.
She turned to you, shining in the sun’s radiant light
You gave her no time to put up a fight.
When you picked her from the ground, right above the stem you bite,
Devouring her with all your might.
Once you are sure she is ruined, you spit out each petal
Demolishing the very thing you had fettled
You egress the scene, leaving her completely dead
Or one would think, after witnessing the behead.
That tough tulip is a trooper
Though left in a stupor,
Her seeds survive
And the following springtime they thrive.
Her ravishing petals made of magnificent satin
She is alluring, with a stem strong as batten
To no one’s dismay, back to the field you find
She knows she should be frightened, but at first you were so kind
She trusts you again, with her stem, petals, and leaves
But once again, you pluck her up and thieve.
For many springs, this becomes the routine,
But how can someone so kind turn out to be so mean?