Lifetimes Visual Media

In velvet hush, alone it seems,
A tulip waits, unseen, unheard.
No firefly's light, no moon's soft gleam,
Just patient hope, a whispered word.

It holds its cup, a promise bright,
For dawn's caress, the sun's warm gaze.
Though veiled in dark, it dreams of light,
A lonely bloom in silent praise.

Tulips, Daffodils, Umbrellas, and Kim Baxley Wilson