Poems for U

The Yellow Tulip

Look across the street.
There's a a garden
Except,
A Yellow Tulip surrounded by a fence
Roses were out, the tulip was in.

The roses were red. Blood red.
Along with thorns.
Before the fence and flowers it was dead leaves.

Someone cleaned the leaves,
Carried them out, and in brought a bag.
They planted their child.

Before the tulip was the daffodil.
No one liked the daffodil, only seemed to require love from the mud.

After the daffodil was the daisy.
A bit more loved.
Mostly by doves.
The rose came and shoved.
Almost the daisy they got rid of.

After the daisy was the Azalea called Velia.
The foundation of the fence was set,
The roses were no threat,
For now.

The rose became the threat.
Thorns flew direct.
Azalea Velia died.

Time flew by nothing grew by.

Green sprout grew,
And grew,
And grew.

Now there was a tulip. A yellow tulip.

Strong and tall Tulip stood.
The fence built to serve and protect.
Tulip felt loved, not just by people
But herself as well.

Tulip smiled as the sunsetted.

A Happy Yellow Tulip now.