the once withering tulips had drawn strength by the morning. they had sprung up in determination, in defiance towards death.
they look upward, they look out, they look in unison.
they know they don't have long.
'look at me, i am alive'
'i am alive too'
they celebrate each other by brightening their pigment, and as more tulips join in the chroma communion,
they secretly take comfort in the fact that, when the day comes, they will not die alone.
i bet camellias are envious of tulips, because they are so beautifully simple.