Purer Than Lilies

I'm purer than lilies although I have fragilities and be taken away by the brutal wind; I may shiver from the cold... hoping that I will land where sunrays are shiny! My character is more brilliant than gold, its glitter is a steady sun that flowers never shun; it wines and hides behind the darkest clouds to protect its brilliance from coming storms; if roses fear a hurricane, they'll close their petals and wait for the calm, not showing their qualm! If being pure and fragile offers little protection from envious and vile people, resist them and go on; their foolishness will end when faced with an enemy not so merciful and kind: is it fate or another adversity? Let them taste its atrocity!