In the hush of dawn, lilies bloom,
Whispering secrets in the morning’s loom.
Their petals pure, like a maidenâs sigh,
Beneath the golden, waking sky.
Gentle winds caress their grace,
In a garden, a sacred, serene place.
Each blossom tells a tale of peace,
Where time stands still and worries cease.
The dew upon their silken skin,
Reflects the light that dances in.
A symphony of natureâs art,
Lilies captivate the heart.
As the day grows and shadows play,
Lilies stand in a proud display.
A symbol of purity and love so true,
In their presence, we are born anew.