Smashed down in a box

Smashed down in a box is a smothered tulip. 

No one knows who put it in there.

It can breath slightly through the cracks in the cardboard.

It sees a mere glimpse of light.

Yet, it is a smothered tulip that no one can see.

Why are its petals hidden amongst the sqaure, brown box?

What good can come of a tulip that is not given its light?

What good can come of a tulip that is not seen or smelled?

What good can come of a tulip that's seeds will never be planted?

What good can come of a tulip that has never known a bee?

The tulip is alive,

It just needs to be set free.

It must be released from its cardboard captivity.

Who would put such a beautiful bloom in a boring brown box?

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