Tickling Tulips Poem by manju shree

Beside the screen of green hills,
below the floating white clouds,
stands the tulips,
dipped in dazzled hues.

Handiwork of the leisurely mind,
they appear to be the carpets of the world.
the eyes are honored
to see the tulip bed.

Touched softly by the winds,
serenely they toss their heads,
gently rubbing each others cheeks,
while the bees atop steal a kiss.

The whole landscape dances
with the tulips,
for the robins chorus,
and the cuckoos tunes.

Its indeed a delight,
to be lost in their sight.
A true joie de vivre,
a life tonic to every nerve.