Lily

How proud your stamen stands

With crown of pollen gold

Erupting from your petals

What beauty I behold

Your leaves upwards pointing

To your Maker in the sky

I stand transfixed oh Lily

To paint you I must try

But how to find the palette

To mix the colours true

Will be a task to try me

Only perfection will do

For pollen I'll use sunshine

Your petals driven snow

Some envy your leaves to colour

For your stem the earth will go

But to achieve your beauty

You really should be there

Growing in my garden

So I can stand and stare