A LILLY I AM

A lilly I am

They try to cut me off but forget that my roots run deep in the soil.

My seeds produce more of me daily, now you see me now you don't.

My smell is pleasant.

Bees feed of me but can never finish me.

I allow Beauty to be felt rather then seen.

My colourful leaves bring both sadness and happiness.

The more I break the more I grow stronger

I am a beast when I feast.

I am a Lilly after all.

My beauty overfuls

Umcebowezulu