The sun peeks over hills and trees
to watch her bloom and blossom, yet
sadly the moon will never see
her eyes or hear her sing a tune.
For, when she wakes, opens and spreads
her petals, the moon is gone too soon.
I want to be much closer than
the moon where I can see her grow
in color--red, pink, yellow and
white. She displays herself for bees
flitting aloft, and sweetly shows
her splendor, from head down to her leaves.
I am most fortunate to see
her bud for me. Someday I'll take
her from her place, bring her home with me.
And while she lives within my world
I'll sprinkle her with sun and make
the world know that lily is my girl.
The sextilla rhymes either aabccb or ababcc and the stanzas are octasyllabic.
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