In a meadow where the lilies grow,
Their soft whispers in the breeze flow,
Petals white as freshly fallen snow,
They tell tales only the heart can know.

Beneath the golden rays of morning light,
Lilies stand tall, pure and bright,
A symbol of peace in the day’s quiet,
Their beauty turns the world so right.

As evening shadows gently fall,
Their delicate forms still standing tall,
They hold secrets of the night’s call,
In their silence, they enchant us all.

Oh, lilies, with your serene grace,
You bring calm to this hurried place,
In your presence, we find our space,
A reminder of nature’s gentle embrace.