Lily
How proud your stamen stands
With crown of pollen gold
Erupting from your petals
What beauty I behold
Your leaves upwards pointing
To your Maker in the sky
I stand transfixed, oh Lily
To paint you I must try
But how to find the palette
To mix the colours true
Will be a task to try me
Only perfection will do
For pollen I’ll use sunshine
Your petals driven snow
Some envy your leaves to colour
For your stem the earth will go
But to achieve your beauty
You really should be there
Growing in my garden
So I can stand and stare
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