Tulip

The tulip reminds me of a beautiful young girl. It's probably because of the slimness of the flower. Tulips bow their heads modestly in the same way, while they have not yet bloomed. A tulip bud on a flexible straight stem is a real work of art. Their petals are so delicate, as if they were made of silk or some other magical fabric.

You touch them and you're afraid to crumple them.

Tulips are found in a variety of colors. The most common ones are red, and inside there is a yellow cup with pollen in a black frame.

Such tulips grow, for example, in the garden of my grandparents. And there are also tulips of pale pink, yellow, white, spotted, with and without fringe, and also scarlet, purple! What varieties of tulips do not exist!

The growers even brought out black tulips, they are just beautiful.

What can I say, because there are tulips with various patterns, color streaks and other decorations. Tulips are often found that shine glossy, as if varnished. I dream of going to Amsterdam, to Holland in the future. This country is a kingdom of various tulips of all sorts.

I can imagine how much beauty there is, how many interesting things you can see there.

Tulips are very beautiful when they bloom. And the most wonderful tulips I've ever seen grew in a flower bed near the theater.

They were of a rare variety. These tulips had a delicate pink color, even white-pink, so delicate was the shade. And the sun shone through the thinnest petals.

On the lawn grass of the flowerbed, these tulips looked simply divine.