Life happens before my eyes.
The colour, smell, shape – a flourishing flower, carries an elegance and beauty, which turns me into a magician instead of just a gardener.
A cold, damp spring delays your appearance. I watch you grow, tulips.
You wait for the warmth to let you break free from your outer skin.
You tease me with a small reveal of colour.
The warming weather makes you happy (and me too!)
Wake up and bring a brilliance to the day!
There you are, in perfect form.
Welcome to the world!