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The Tulips Curtain Call 

The ground was dark and still in the farmers meadow,
The wind lay still, against the ground, silent and low.
He held his breath, tapping the ground, he waited, knowing,
something new was soon to grow.

The soil turned inside out, grumpy at the turmoil,
inside it now, new seeds did lay, would they be
both boy and girl? 
The garden bed, lay long and proud in row's,
he knew what was to come, his wisdom knew the truth,  
it would take all to work together, rain, wind and sun!

The sun he rose, day in and out, as the wind mourned a gentle sad song.
The rain did softly pitter patter, every evening, on and on.
The wind took his place as the ground grew warm, she would greet them soon.  
Days into weeks, the soil did shiver and excitement mounted,
The wind, threw off his mournful cloak, intrigued by what he saw, 
he played with little shoots, that showed, by the lighting of the moon.

As weeks grew on, the sun soon started to turn, 
the wind anxious at the chill,
they needed to come, quickly now,
before the ground grew cold.
Tough little green stems beating their way,
pushing hard against the stone, finally breaking 
at the light of the day. 
Hooray, such cheer, to see the little green troops
the bed so proud at the work he had done.

The ground whispered to the wind, the creatures they did chatter,
the announcement of their glorious bloom, was the subject of the matter.
Eventually the day, the sun did smile,
the wind raced to and fro, 
up and up the shoots strong and proud, 
to announce the Tulips show.

One, two, three and four,
a hush came over the garden once more.
Silence as once again breathe was held, 
she lifted her bulb and opened her petals
announcing she was born.

Our Tulip laughed as she sang out loud
her wonderful morning song. 
She woke the others, and they too greeted the wind and sun.
The meadow alive and washed in colour, Tulips as jewels of red, blue, yellow and more.
What a sight, what a sound, what a delight to see, the Trumpets curtain call. 

Name: Chantelle Smith 
Date: 17 August 2020
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