There are white lilies blooming along my path
In the end of one blue season
Enchanted me with its beauty
Is it created for me?
Next in another croak
Comes a dry and fall season
Flower wither and leaves fall down
I bound up in sadness
In a silence wanna run away
To the jungle peace and nature’s rhyme
In the rock of the season
Rooted depth to be coming up next
Now I begin felt the sprinkling rain
Then white lilies commence to bloom
Remember me on that old hope
Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again
George Sicillia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-lilies-2/
