In the stillness of the night, they bloom,
Lilies whisper secrets to the moon,
Petals soft like silken dreams,
In the garden of celestial beams.

Their fragrance dances on the breeze,
A symphony of quiet ease,
Starlight rests upon each leaf,
In their presence, hearts find relief.

Beneath the silver glow, they stand,
Guardians of the midnight land,
With every gentle sway and bend,
They speak of love that knows no end.

In the morning’s first light, they remain,
Symbols of joy after the rain,
Lilies, pure and ever bright,
Eternal beacons in the night.