Some time when the lilies are all in vases ask me
the lessons I've learned.  Ask me in a
picture, Ill give you words.  Others
have been remanded, most plucked
away, and some roots hang
by a fray: ask me what is
a lily without the wind?

I will listen as best I can.
You and I will wade and play in
the muddy pond to find them.  We know
they used to be there, drowning; and
there were hands to save them, trying
not to touch the petals but forgot us.
What the lilies say, that is what I say.