Small, fragile, and bursting with colour, Sweet Lily flower sits beneath storm clouds, But only sees the sun, Bowing to its beauty, Dancing petals across memories, Before the rain that's soon to come. Though the water weighs heavy, And storm acts unrelenting, Dear Lily flower stands firm, As the drops pluck slowly at her soil. Had I known before, The hurt that rain would cause, I'd have marched with my umbrella, Held steadfast above her smile, And bore the rain myself. The soil she laid in was rotten, And littered with debris, So I softly moved the compost, And pulled out all the weeds. Now her roots have settled, In the new garden she'll now grow, Where I can watch over her, And shield her from the storms. Bare witness to her strength, And the beauty that she holds.