Lily of Tranquility
Reflection
In the still embrace of the water's mirror,
A lily blooms, a whisper of grace.
Its petals, soft as dawn's first light,
Reflect the soul's quiet, unspoken ache.
The green of the leaves, a steadfast guard,
Cradles the flower in its gentle hold.
Each ripple, a story untold,
A dance of time and the heart's old gold.
The pink of the lily, a flame of hope,
Burns softly, yet fiercely, in the calm.
It speaks to the wanderer, the lost, the found,
A beacon in the vast, uncharted ground.
For in its beauty, we find our own,
A mirror of peace, a sanctuary known.
Let the lily guide you, where shadows fade,
To a place where the heart can be truly laid.
This is not just a flower, but a soul's embrace,
A symbol of serenity, a timeless grace.