The end of summer has finally come
the lily lies lonely in the torturous sun
a last wish before life her does leave
to multiply again after winter’s release.
Gently she lays down her lily white head
this hard earth, her final bed.
Bright white color slowly draining away
Breathing labored, she fades to grey.
Her fighting spirit gives way to death
her seconds are numbered, short in length
A wish is whispered to the deity of blooms
to once again blossom with the summer moon…