An opening tulip brims with morning light,
Holding the day in its fragile bowl.
The pear's gray branches burgeon green and white . . .
Holding the day in its fragile bowl.
And, as the day rolls on, shadows lengthen . . .
Troops of young trees salute the evening sun . . .
And one by one, tulips fold their curving petals,
Making ready for the night.
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