Earth cradles your memory

In the garden of memories, where tulips once bloomed,

A tale unfolds, in the silence of petals, consumed.

The last tulip of the year, a poignant farewell,

A symphony of colors, a melancholy spell.

Oh, cherished tulip, with petals like dreams,

You danced with the wind, in the sun's golden beams.

Each petal a whisper, a soft, tender sigh,

As autumn embraced you, bidding goodbye.

In the tapestry of time, where moments are sown,

You stood, a solitary sentinel, all alone.

Your vibrant hues, a palette of emotion,

A farewell painted with tender devotion.

The breeze carried echoes of your fading grace,

As you bowed to the season, a final embrace.

The garden wept silently, a tear in each bloom,

For the last tulip of the year, casting off its plume.

Oh, tulip, my favorite, a symbol so dear,

Your departure stings, like the parting of a peer.

Yet, in your fading, a legacy is spun,

A reminder that beauty, like seasons, is never truly gone.

The earth cradles your memory, in soil and in rhyme,

As the last tulip of the year, a bittersweet paradigm.

In the heart's garden, where emotions conspire,

You remain my beloved tulip, an eternal fire.