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.