It stands there, I see
The rains left it clambering about
Not more than a broken limb,
But the level of euphoria remains...
It gives a muddy, old smile,
Watches towards the east and beams
Maybe this one is its last.
As the heaven cry and drizzles,
It slips past each petal
And the earth revives.
The east is vibrant
The sun's insignia shoots happiness within
It stands there, rooted, drenched
But still a muddy, old, wide, smile,
It's messed up by the storm
The thunders left it deaf.
Picked up my canvas, a drizzle dropped down.
The earth's sobbing today, and
Smells of freshly, mown grass
But the lily stands alone,
Undisturbed, silent, bare...