White,
Full of life on a dewy morning
The blossom heavy with the droplets of crisp air.

Peaceful,
The velvety petal glistens gracefully
In the slow cool of the sunrise.

Swaying,
The slender stem moves gently
As the breeze blows quietly around it.

Alone,
Surrounded by the sounds of nature
Its leaves spread to take in the moment.

Beauty,
In all its glory he watches carefully
Every day that it opens and blooms.

Dusk,
Settles quietly closing its long dancing day
Only for him to say good morning again to his Lily.