"The Lily"

Arise from your slumber as dawn begins. Do not despair, love. It's just the alluring colors being painted on a new canvas. You begin to refurbish from the morning dew. And now nature gives birth to a new day. You look so pure as you drift through the breeze. Love, you are precious and righteous; everything about you is gold. Ominous skies begin to form. It's not long for passing time to commence. Night falls as the day begins to perish. Hush, hush. One last breath is taken. Night continues to mature, but you stay forever pure staring down into the earth.