The tawny Daylilies of orange and red, are suspended like star bursts above the carpeted bed. They hang like streetlights over the green splendor, and illuminate the envious riot, so tender. The tangle of fronds though they reach for the sky, will crane their heads vainly although they must try to attain the heights and the lofty glory, that their progeny mount to tell their sweet story. The blooms burst like fireworks coloring the heavens above, and broadcast their fragrant message of love. To all who would listen to their honeyed-song, heard with their hearts though it wouldn't last long. For the Lily did know that her day would soon end, her time was but brief for her message to send. So she bloomed so brightly with all of her might, and swayed with the wind though it gave her such fright. For the glory of others for those down below, who had lifted her up to make such a show. And that was the story of love that she told, the heart's sacrifice is greater than gold.