Beyond lilies growing in the meadow, a flower stands unseen by vacant eyes Placed by fate amid the harshest bramble, beauty transcends in its tumbledown guise
Concealed by the awe of flourishing view, a blossom resides in entanglement’s thorns On silken petals flows a deluge of tears, droplets forming like dew in early morns
Within the vast entwining bristled mire, weeping unnoticed by those gathered near Confined to a world that many never see, lonely flowers cry throughout the year
Beyond lilies growing in the meadow, beauty exists in more than one guise Placed by fate amid the harshest bramble, blossoming flowers stand before your eyes