Born in the breezy morn,

clinging to earth’s surface

beautiful in the human eye,

disastrous to graze upon.

Bells pale as porcelain skin,

Lilliputian, like a marble

swaying on the thin leafless stem

flourishes in abundance:

They embody life.

Bringing forth the sweet essence of love and joy,

yet echoes the whispers of sorrow and loss

In their presence

the sphere comes to a pause—

In that speck of time

Peace finds its place:

Lilies of the valley.