The Lily

A lily in the garden was once swaying in the breeze

she smiled at the bushes, she waved at the trees.

there was not a single cloud up in the aspen sky

the weather was pleasant and the sun kept her dry

her only job was swaying back and forth as she did best

the world was oh so bright, she had no reason to be stressed

One day a ladybug crawled up to the flower

oh lily, can you help me, and lend me your power

can you fan your petals over me, can you keep me warm and safe

for I am just a little bug, but you are very great

smiling, the kind lily held up her petals,

she let the bug get comfortable, she helped him to settle.

the lily once again began to rock back and forth,

but she felt a little heavy, and she leaned to the north

nevertheless the lily kept a smile on her face,

being the picture of bliss and the vision of grace

she waved to a blossom who was lying on the ground

the blossom was lonely, there was no one else around

The blossom asked lily, “would you let me inside?”

you have room between your petals for a small plant to hide

beaming, the strong lily said “welcome aboard”

and with a chance to help, her spirit soared

With a couple of wobbles and a smallish shake

the lily started to sway, though her stem started to ache

As fall came along, cold were the nights

the wind it howled and the chill seemed to bite

the lily could still sway, she could cheer all her friends

although it was getting difficult to self mend

one day as the frost was settling in,

lily found a small ant who wore a frown and not a grin

when she asked, the ant explained that he was cold at night

and the lily picked him up, and she held him tight

though her petals sagged and her stem was frayed

she held her friends up and she tried to sway

but this time was different, with herself unwell

she broke all together and everyone fell.

The frost on the ground was relentless and those

who didn’t put themselves first, well, they all froze.

-Rain