Lily on the Hill

The rain lily blooms after each rain.

The rocky crag reached out to me

and found my footprints there

Hill and dale before me seek

my tender loving care

But vines of itchy fill the place

so wander there I mustn't

so tenderly a walk I take

thoughts are reminiscent.

Looking for the poisonous leaves,

avoiding leaves of three

memories of its misery

all come back to me.

Searching for the finest gift

won't have far to seek

little lily on the hill

please bloom again for me

After rain you show your face

I find you blooming still

God clothes you in white splendor

kings would dare to seek

How I love you tenderly

my lily on the hill!

Know you're hidden underneath

until I see you still.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a sort of Wordsworth feel as you describe this particular genus of lilly in a voice that commands respect for nature.