Calla Lillies
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Their waxy bells, a whisper in the air,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
A single stem, a graceful embassy,
Where light and shade in subtle hues compare,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
Their petals hold a promise, calm and free,
Of beauty born, a fragrance soft and rare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
No thorns, no prickles, just a smooth decree,
They stand aloof, a silent, silent prayer,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
In fields of green, a whisper of the sea,
Their ivory forms, a vision to declare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
They speak of grace, of peace, and harmony,
A gentle touch, a whisper in the air,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
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