Lillies Of The Valley - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Lilies of the Valley bloom
and present their delicate scent.
I pick a few and place them in a glass
and inhale their perfumed smell.
Tiny with little while flowers,
what secrets do they tell?
The secret of what it's like to live
just for the joy of being.
Even if for a few short days
they know that I am seeing
a gift from God that graces the land.
They quietly accept this and understand.
And so do I as I inhale.
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