In the hush of morning’s tender embrace,
Lilies stand, a portrait of serene grace.
Petals unfurl, kissed by the dew,
Whispering secrets of dreams anew.
Their ivory blooms, a soft-spoken glow,
Swaying gently in the breezy flow.
Rooted in earth, yet touching the sky,
A silent hymn as the moments slip by.
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden rays,
Lilies hold court in their quiet ways.
A tapestry woven with nature’s art,
Each blossom a poem, speaking to the heart.
As twilight descends, painting the night,
Lilies remain, a beacon of light.
Guardians of dreams, through dark and through dawn,
Eternal whispers, till the new day is born.