I found a tulip the color of plum juice,The color of cotton candy at the county fair,The color of the last of a summer sunset,The color of a little girl's first tutu.I found a tulip and left it to open To the sun's warm rays.

When blossoms sprout on shrub and treeWhen robins hop across the greenWhen iris sprouts up in betweenIt's spring, it's spring, it's spring!

One morning after a rainYou wake and find forsythia glowingLike streamers of sunshineOn red/gray branchesLike fireworksExplodingIn all directionsGlowing bright for a few daysThen going green.