Tulips swirling up about
peaking heads out of amber drought
Sunlight beams cascading down
rejoicing without a sound
Revving engines at the gate
arriving just a bit too late
honking horns fill their ears
waving hands are what appear
words of glory embrace my soul
moving forward is my goal
endless warmth engulfs my heart
dont look back its time to restart
tutus puff around my waist
what an awkward tulle case
familiar faces to brand new
laughter is the only clue
empty picture frames on the wall
pink keeps echoing its call