They face the Sun
As it rises, they sing a beautiful song, at the same time absorbing it's warmth.
Like heads of tulips, them of different colours, all dressed up.
They keep on facing
livingly, drawing energy.
Those tulips, with real stems and leaves demonstrate obedience withstood winds and rains, waiting for a resurrection.
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