Marty Holman
The beams of sun break the tops of trees
As you stand out in this field of green.
Butterflies race to reach you first
And give you attention that you deserve.
You shimmer in light kissed by dew,
Your pedals defined by a hint of blue –
And as your stem bends with the breeze,
Breath and smiles you feel from me.
In full bloom, you’re heaven sent,
Completely defined in your element.
As you sit still, I wonder what you think,
Threads of white with watermelon pink,
When darkness falls, until sunrise,
I see you again when I open my eyes.
Among the roses, clover, and wren,
Every eye turns to you again.
I take you inside to escape the cold,
Just to watch my Lilly Grow.