The Lilies of Buckingham
As I set foot in the paradise of flowers
I saw a set of vivid pals
Swaying and waving towards the unusual soul
Connecting hearts and hearts entirely
Greeting with a wreath and a glorious scent
I stood there gaping at them
As if that was a band of colour
But of more colours and like enchantress
I was entirely dazed and the pals were twinkling while looking at me
Soon my companion told me to stop looking at the lilies
But oh Lord, were they lilies or a whimsical rainbow?
I still ask myself that
As to me, they are the beauty:
The lilies of Buckingham.
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