My Lily Poem by Opeyemi Borisade

Here she is once again
Fresh as if newly sprout
Unyielding to age as ever
Her features, firm as one carved from stone

I picked her years gone by
As I walked past a creek by the stars
'Twas the fourth stalk on the mind of dreamers
There she laid, glowing as a midnight sun

Yet several years through times wet & dry
Unnumbered births & decease of the sun's offspring
Here her initial beauty she doth retain
My lily'll refuse to wither