The Lily of the Valley gently
makes her presence known
with wisps of fragrant whispers
from wherever she is grown.
She lives within my garden
just beyond Sweet Violets' Place.
Miss Lily quietly conducts
her life with genteel grace.
She can't forget the reason she
reclusively resides ~
in God's own Garden she once grew
and now in mine abides,
for she arrived upon this earth
as Eve's most bitter tears,
and Lily of the Valley kept
that secret all these years.
Her pristine bells of purest white
are silent, save for scent.
She hides within a cloak of green ~
that's how her days are spent.
With modesty this gentle soul
has captured countless hearts.
Her fragrance lingers in the breeze
Poem by Linda Lowther, bard owl