White Lilies Poem by George Sicillia

There are white lilies blooming along my path

In the end of one blue season

Enchanted me with its beauty

Is it created for me?



Next in another croak

Comes a dry and fall season

Flower wither and leaves fall down

I bound up in sadness



In a silence wanna run away

To the jungle peace and nature’s rhyme

In the rock of the season

Rooted depth to be coming up next



Now I begin felt the sprinkling rain

Then white lilies commence to bloom

Remember me on that old hope

Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again