It was spring full of blossomed flowers, 

A little kid arrived from the nearest white towers.

This small sixed years old, grabbed my friend Daisy.

I badly wanted to be picked, did that make me crazy?

The day passed and the kid never came back, 

“I am a very ugly valley Lily,” I said to the dark.

The next day arrived and I put my biggest smile

When I so the kid run three hundred and a one mile.

He delighted and delicate chose, but diselect me,

However, next to me Miss Tulip was now free.

“Sure she can sing like a bird but I am different,

Why can’t he see I am magnificent?”

The kid skipping was lost in the windowed white place,

I would do anything to be in that space.

Peaceful, pleasant, pretty, perfect for a Lily I believe,

For now I’ll dream of the place someday I will achieve.

The next day came and the kid chose.

He saw me, But he grabbed Rose. 

He reach again though the crowd, 

His hand was a fluffy cloud.

He smiled and a tear went down,

He ran back, but left me in the ground. 

“He was going to choose me, why pick Rose?

She is such a smug and everyone knows”.

Later that day he ran from that white place

Toward us with a watered vase.

He gave us water and he gave it most to me

He is so sweet, just like a candy tree. 

The next day, we all could see 

The little kid with a wheelchaired she.

He called her mommy and on her lap

 All of my friends were beautifully wrap 

An all white guy come and say low,

“Lily is time to go”.

The kid look at mom and ran to us

Grabbed Aster and gave it without fuss.

The days passed and the kid was not seen, 

My leaves were everything but green. 

I was healthy but something was missing

The kid, who will always come even with drizzling.

A grey day he came back 

But the precious smile lack.

We saw him for a first time cried

“My flowers didn’t save her, she just died”.

Then he watched me for a while 

And underneath his tears he told me with a smile,

“I couldn't save her,  and my heart harden,

 Well, I’ll take care of you, my mom, my Lily in my garden”