The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me