A lily on the ground
Petals moving so slightly in the spring breeze.
Petals moving so slightly in the spring breeze.
Broken from its stem, separated from the others,
Helpless in the wind.
Helpless in the wind.
No water to soak up, no others to help protect and
Lean upon, it's life is looking grim.
Lean upon, it's life is looking grim.
A short life, it's beauty will fade, it's purpose disappear.
Small hands carefully reach down to cradle the bloom.
A dish of water becomes it's new home.
A dish of water becomes it's new home.
Given love and protection, it's purpose becomes complete.
Many admire, few touch.
Many admire, few touch.
Life slowly fades, colors dim beauty floats away, leaving only happy me memories of the joy the lily brought for its time.
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