Sweet tulips come to live upon my desk
For a short while, to stand among the greens.
The cobalt vase, the white, the green, all seem
To catch the sunlight, dancing its burlesque.
There with you the red foliage stands erect,
And grasses, long and rough as swords at rest
Around you bow down to your flowery best.
They share your vase, and there they you protect.
Upon you, just to watch your glory wilt
Your oh-so-lovely proud stems start to tilt
Petals begin to shrivel, turning brown.
The joy you brought to my days made me smile;
You didn’t live long, but you had great style.