Two yellow lilies in a sea of black berries.
Fighting off hordes of danger and strife.
They caress to fight the cold, smile to fight the night.
The bitter thorns cannot touch their lovely patch of green.

Two autumn leaves floating dangerously over the eaves.
The jealous wind blows with all it's might.
They cling on tightly by their fingertips.
Their hearts plead for mercy.

Two tiny turtles listen as the fearsome wave curdles.
Madly sprinting for safety; flat feet sinking in the sand.
The wave hits my face, but never touches yours.
I won the race, but I lost the war.

Two yellow lilies in a sea of black berries.