Tulips

I saw the tulips by the meadow,
A bright beautiful yellow.
Dancing in the summer sun
Like they were too having fun.

They glowed in the sunlight,
And dazzled in the moonlight
They reminded me I had places to go while I lay there at midnight.
It was like the light at the end of the tunnel
When life was anything but humble.

At breaking dawn, When it shimmered with fresh sweet dew
And had a faded yellow hue
It told me things about mother nature that I never knew.

But soon the tulips wilted,
as humans made the world tilted,
I still remember those tulips
swaying in the rain,
something out of the ordinary,
in a world so mundane.

By thelazyWriter