Lily of the Valley

Stands there greeting me Outside my window A string of white pearls My dear, Lily of the valley. Its pure white flowers Arranged in perfection Elegantly draped O'er the emerald leaves That stand upright as majestic walls - These beckon me, My eyes to see The sight of true beauty. Alas, but why Does this beauty A sadness adorn? Why hangs its head In despair, with Dew drops shed as tears Early in the morn? My dear, My dear, dear Lily of the Valley, You know of a sorrow deep. I see it in your peaceful stance That in all its majesty A secret hides. You know of a sorrow deeper than all Memories of grieving souls combined And yet in that sorrow Do You strive, A beauty to show and uphold, For eager eyes to behold and be made whole. So shall I wake up each day And gaze upon Your beauty, poignant My dear, Lily of the Valley.