Endless field of tulips,
Many out of my reach.
The one that withered was more than 30 kilometres away,
Yet the sadness of the farmers I do not know was felt in such a way.
It was a beautiful day,
Tulips sparkled in the sun rays.
Yet it felt like it was pouring,
And the silence was roaring.
It wasn't my tulip to know,
But when it withered I felt the cold.
It's a perfect day with no snow,
but the day has lost its glow.
A withered tulip in a distance,
And I felt its fleeting existence.