Little tulip,
how do you grow when the weeds are trying to stop you,
how do you not wilt when the sun dries up the water you drink?
You are such a strong little beauty.
You let not a thing stop you,
nor do you let anything move you from your place.
That no matter the season you pull through even when it kills you.
At the end of the day you are still beautiful and you always regrow.
Tell me how I can be the same,
I need your strength to make it through each day.
Teach me your flowery ways.

Also published in Poetry From The Mind! Thanks for reading! :)