tulips

Lord of Creation, From the still chilled soil where tulips bloom,Your hand reveals each petal’s fold,A silent hymn, a gentle praise,Beneath the morning’s glow. In hues of crimson, white, and gold,Your artistry is clear,Each blossom affirms a life renewed,A hope that casts out fear. The tulip bows in reverence low,Yet stands with dignity,Its beauty lies Read more