In the gentle folds of evening’s grace,
Lilies bloom with a silent embrace.
Their petals whisper tales untold,
In moonlit gardens, mysteries unfold.

Softly they sway in the night’s gentle breeze,
Guardians of dreams, they bring hearts ease.
Their fragrance, a melody in the air,
A timeless dance, exquisitely rare.

Pale and pure, they stand in silent rows,
Reflecting the stars and the moon’s soft glows.
In their stillness, a quiet strength lies,
A tranquil beauty that never dies.

Lilies, the poets of the silent night,
In their presence, the world feels right.
A gentle reminder of nature’s art,
A fragrant touch that warms the heart.