Crimson Elegy
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A bouquet of calla lilies stands, a regal call.
Their trumpet shapes, a symphony of hue,
Echoing the heart's deep, unspoken truth anew.
With petals curved like secret-keeping lips,
They whisper tales of love, of life's fleeting grips.
In crimson, yellow, and white, they proudly stand,
A testament to beauty, born of earth and hand.
Their stems, like slender fingers, intertwined,
A gentle dance, a waltz, a harmony divine.
Against the dark, a canvas, void of light,
They shine, a constellation, in the silent night.
Their beauty is a balm, a solace to the soul,
A reminder of the beauty that makes us whole.