Wise Lily Stories
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Jewel in the Crown A field full of weeds as the summer sun burns... The old ones recede and the new take their turns... Blossoming now on the warm summer stage Enters the King as we turn the page... Standing tall with scepter of thorns His purple flowers await to be born. Filling his crown with flowers bright Like amethyst jewels they shine in the light. With his prickles sharp, no one comes near Instilling respect and a wee bit of fear! But the winged ones know of his royal treasures They dig for his gold with fervor and pleasure! For his flowers are softer to the touch The bees and the butterflies like them so much! And when the jewels fade away from the crown They change to brittle, dry rusty brown But the gold finch knows of the treasures inside Quickly she lands and knows where they hide. She mines all day in a cloudy white puff Filling her beak with seeds from the fluff! After the seeds from the rusty old crown The last gift remains, the gift of the down. Silky and soft, the gentlest of all Will line the nests of the finches so small.
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10/28/2018 05:41:09 am
In all fairness, I enjoyed reading your poem. Nit because it features a light story, but because there was an emotion that I felt while reading it. I don't read poem that much. But when I try to read one, most of the time, it leaves me utmost affected. Perhaps, it's because the poem represents a certain reality that we can see in our environment right now. Hopefully, the new generation will be able to see the beauty we are seeing right now. I still believe that they deserve it.
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