Its not about laying.....
The graceful Lilies of past days
will remember me with fondest affection
for I never wanted just a hole to root my plant
but I one with true loving hands and worthy tender touch
a fine honest carer who in sublime air made roses fairer in bloom
one that was like no other who graced flowers and never made them tokens to hang by my side

I do not pant hungrily looking for holes to plant my seeds
others of those certain types look and buy holes in gusto aplenty
for to them its all about getting lilies and digging holes to plant now
then deflowering in selfish throes then without care and due attention
they move to the next rose who is not natures beauty but just a plant in a hole

My graceful lilies of bygone yesterdays
will sigh and remember me with love and affection
there was a man like no other with the softest caresses
who knew what made a lily bloom in the most delightful sun
when he dug and tilled the soil he came with enchanted nutrients
watered and showered as roses and lilies swayed and spurt aglow for this was a being not making holes