The Wilting Lily

Lily, oh poor sweet dear.
I see the fear that trembles
Through your stem,
I can see your leaves
Turning brown and then
Falling apart.

Once so humble, truly
Beautiful and now just dying.
Your time is drawing
Near now Lily, you’re wilting
Before my very eyes
And there’s just one thing
I’d like to say before you die:

I forgive your naieveness,
I revelled in your purity
And now you must surrender
To death, but it’ll be alright,
You’ll see.

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