Tuesdays around the world...

If I was a Tulip

And you were wind’s-wings,

I would not count

My broken dreams,

But bless the coming spring.

I would let you see me

In colors-

Pink, yellow and red.

You’d find me blooming

By the riverbed

Or, down in the valley

By the little creek,

To make proud

The water falls,

To make you feel meek.

But strong winds

Of late May

Again could make me weak.

My petals scattered

On the ground

And gone in a week.

But I will come again

To let you see…

Life is but a circle,

I will bloom

Again next spring:

Isn’t it a miracle?

I would be happy

To know that you would

Touch my face

When the sun sets in.

I would feel you in full force,

Gently from within.

You would come to me

Each day-

Again to disappear,

But when the sun’s-rays

Touch at noon-

Again I would feel you near.