The Lily
The sight of the single white lily,
Ends my evening stroll,
The sight of it in my eyes,
Makes every known, unknown…
The immortal wind blows across,
And skims through the flat plains,
It dances over the fragile leaves,
And brings with it the gentle rain…
The pitter patter on the lily,
Increases its beauty two fold,
The brilliance is as such,
It would outshine a mountain of gold…
Surrounded by its glorious foes,
Standing apart from the rest,
It is this single white flower,
That I value above the very best....
