Promising beauty,
But fragile
Like the bud of a sprouting tulip

Gentle as a morning breeze
Quiet, soft, embracing
Its touch a lasting remembrance

Brilliant as the moon on a clear night
Its light unique among the stars
Comforting them

Like the day
Whose sun must leave them
Yet share warmth is not forgotten

And, as the familiar scent of the ocean
It renews them
And lingers long after it passes