Lily

"Luxury Pink Oriental Lily Vase" from Fleming Florist

I spotted a pink flower the other day

Sprouting from a crack in the sidewalk.

It was something quite amazing at first.

I stopped and stared for a moment,

And asked myself a startling question:

How could a beautiful creature exist

In between the asphalt with such bliss?

Surely the earth has a better place

For a flower that is covered in grace,

And isn't stomped on in disgraceful haste.

For this is the city of lights after all,

And I'd hate to see such elegance fall

At the mercy of a rushing businessman,

Or even worse, a lousy pick up scam.

So I walked over and politely asked:

“Beg your pardon, may I give you a hand?

She just weaved a bit in her rooted stand

I couldn't bear it any longer, and so

I gently grasped her ivory leafs,

Plucking her from the sidewalk crack.

She looked wilted and was falling apart

I needed to find her a planting pot,

But where would I begin to start?

She deserved more than ceramic clots,

Or one of those tan mediocre blots.

She deserved something matching her apparel

Something that shined in every window.

So I bought her a tall and clear vase

To compliment her long stems of lace,

And dressed her up in fine greenery

Which flattered her bouquet of finery.

She told me her name was Lily;

A name so unrequited and worthy

For she is a belle shining in the rough

Not this street rat looking so tough.

With me she stayed for many days

Recovering from those cemented slums

Till that one day she had left me

With my green thumb stuck in the mud.

I'll never forget that moment I stared

Into the eyes of a viper, entranced

Ensnared.