Bunch of tulips in yellow

Bunch of tulips in red

A bunch soft and fresh

A bunch dry and dead

A life to go on

A life that is gone

Days, months gone by

New morning and a new dawn

Fables woven and said

Stories buried and untold

A lane to look back

A path to unfold

A bunch to scatter

Remains to be thrown

Tulips to be bundled

A bud to be lone