What I see: A glorious view at ground level of sunshine through yellow tulips.
What I feel: I would love to wake up to see that, or go to sleep ... or go to sleep to this world, to go to the only place where there could be greater beauty.
She had always loved tulips. When the hospital could do no more, her grandson carried her into the spring fields. He saw her smile twice, once at the sight of the golden tulips and the warm sun caressing her face, and again in the light of fairer worlds on high.
