There are white lilies blooming along my path <br /> <br />In the end of one blue season <br /> <br />Enchanted me with its beauty <br /> <br />Is it created for me? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Next in another croak <br /> <br />Comes a dry and fall season <br /> <br />Flower wither and leaves fall down <br /> <br />I bound up in sadness <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />In a silence wanna run away <br /> <br />To the jungle peace and nature’s rhyme <br /> <br />In the rock of the season <br /> <br />Rooted depth to be coming up next <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Now I begin felt the sprinkling rain <br /> <br />Then white lilies commence to bloom <br /> <br />Remember me on that old hope <br /> <br />Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again<br /><br />George Sicillia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-lilies-2/
