You tell me that this is where it ends
But think of the lilies
bourne up, aloft
upon slim green limbs,
how they dip to the earth
touch their toes then
salute the sun
in rhythm with the wind -
the sky, her every breath
And how their delicate legs might snap
bearing an overzealous bumblebee
Yet they coat the valley floor
a scourge of beauty
Resilience
Breathe in their life exuded
from tremulous petals -
Take it for yourself.
Feel their leaves under your feet
Allow them to paint your toes
with their blood, vert - the colour of life
And I dare you to tell me that this is not where it begins
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
You tell me that this is where it ends
But think of the lilies
bourne up, aloft
upon slim green limbs,
how they dip to the earth
touch their toes then
salute the sun
in rhythm with the wind -
the sky, her every breath
And how their delicate legs might snap
bearing an overzealous bumblebee
Yet they coat the valley floor
a scourge of beauty
Resilience
Breathe in their life exuded
from tremulous petals -
Take it for yourself.
Feel their leaves under your feet
Allow them to paint your toes
with their blood, vert - the colour of life
And I dare you to tell me that this is not where it begins
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