A Poem of the Purple Tulip

If a purple tulip could talk
she would say something calm
cool and wise, without the flash
a soothing, ready balm
She would listen to cares and woes
and nod in regal fashion
her words would have steady care
to psychologic questions
She'd listen with careful ease
and forgive all lowly faults
finding concealed buried worth
hidden in secret vaults
'Let all come forth,' she'd say
with no hint of jealous eye
and bring forth truth and good and right
from tangled messy ties
One would feel encouraged
having in her presence been
saluting her majestic head
with courage for one's kin.

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