Yellow Tulip

I just want to be a yellow tulip,
cupped and sunny
with a simple stem.
I want to feel the March rains
wet the deep furrows
in which I live
and the sunlight unfurl
my curled leaves that I have held
so tightly to my stalk.
I want to nuzzle the petals
of the red tulip, to hear the
language of flame and fire,
to my pollen hushed whisper,
so I may return every spring
more brilliant in hue,
more vibrant in color