Lily of the Valley
She is a maiden young and sweet
For a brief time she appears
Stop your chatter, slow your feet
With gentleness draw near.
She bends her graceful neck so long
Towards the earth below
Her necklace full of little bells
Tinkles in a row.
To find her you must quietly
Kneel on bended knee
And bow to her with tender grace
And kind humility.
For she is pure of heart you see, a flower of chastity
Her name is Lily soft and sweet, a vision of purity.
She is protected by her knight, his leaves so green and wide
They wrap around her lovingly, the beloved at her side.
But best of all that you will find is her sweet perfume
A fragrance strong that emanates from her tiny blooms.
She lives not on the mountaintop but in the quiet shade
She calls her groom so humbly with a gentle serenade.
So if you take the time to stop and bow on bended knee
You just might find the maiden fair, Lily of the Valley.
written by Christine Summerfield, May 19, 2018