Monets Lillies Poem by Julian Takali

In lieu of the sweet spring trees, he paints them vivid
From their lilac home, they sprout a tune and lyric
Due honor of clouds rain down a mist so hued
The Amazon flora would envy Monets muse

And so as time like wind, waved around
He began to hum and put his brush down

O, thy heavenly scent parading about
O, doth thee must lure and arouse?
I say to the the heavens, I thank the trees above
For gifting I, a scene to paint with such love

O, thee indigo skin bleeding a mystery from within
O, must thou sway so gentle with the glow of a candle
I, to the creator, whatever he or she might be
With a tear on my cheek, cry grace for bestowing me
With a view which I only share with thee
With thee, with the trees, with the lilac leaves