A Lily's Story. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

I push my head up from the ground,
A tiny shoot, then I am found.
The sun feels warm, the rain feels cool,
I drink it all, it is my rule.

My green leaves spread, so soft and wide,
A secret safe, I keep inside.
Then a bud appears, a promise bright,
Curling up, then taking flight.

Slowly, slowly, it starts to bloom,
Chasing away all hint of gloom.
Petals unfurl, a gentle sigh,
White and pure, beneath the sky.

A lovely scent begins to spread,
A sweet perfume, it is my head.
The bees come near, they buzz and hum,
A happy visit, then they're gone.

I stand up tall, a graceful queen,
The prettiest sight you've ever seen.
But seasons turn, and days grow short,
My time will pass, a fleeting sort.

I'll fade and droop, then go to sleep,
But in the earth, my seeds I'll keep.
For spring will come, and I'll be new,
A lily's story, fresh and true.