By: Amoureax Amant
In hot spring when sunshine kissed moist bladetips,
down there blossomed an enchanted tulips,
that tulips sipped the wine of honeydew,
from tips of blade bedewed with crystal dew.
That honeydew bedewed the tulips lips,
and made tulips smile at wind's fingertips,
as the fresh wind drifted through leaves of yew,
and mixed with scent from lawn where laid a pew.
That wind drifted over five hundred miles,
and made all the tulips blossom with smiles,
as the spring wind mixed with tulips fragrance,
the scent like a spell made butterfly dance.
Only if wind could learn to stay for love,
the spell would be broken like mist in grove.