Gentle tulip,
You dip your petals
Into the pot of destiny
(But oh, destiny is such a strong word)
And murmur,
What shall I get?
What shall come out?

Bobbing gently in the wind,
You are amiable to avoid tension.
It breaks my spell,
you whisper.

(What is your magic?)

You settle for being pretty
Because beautiful would
Be too much to handle.

Be careful, graceful tulip
Or you will become beautiful.

(It is the side effect of your spell.)

Dear tulip,
You were a flower born to the now.