Lilies
Soft white lilies bloom at dawn,
Their petals shining like the morn.
They sway so gently in the breeze,
Like little stars among the trees.
Their sweet perfume fills the air,
A quiet beauty everywhere.
With graceful stems and petals bright,
They turn the garden into light.
Oh lilies, pure and calm and fair,
You bring a little magic there.
In every bloom, so fresh and new,
A peaceful dream comes softly through.
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