I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
The Tulips warmth is in its petals
They overlap and keep so tight
When it's dark they close right up
And open up when it is light
When uncut in fields of plenty
Dancing to the winds own beat
Watch them swaying in the breeze
You'll think this sight is such a treat.
Thomas B Davies