The lily beams quietly in the sunshine,

Dulling all the shadows around her.

Calling all pollinators for a reproductive feast,

Only nature can express,

Without the innuendo and agendas of man.

 

Can I go into the world this way?

For one day …

 

The front looks great.

Manicured gardens,

The hissing of summer lawns,

Gates forged with the blacksmith arms.

 

Wonderful numbers,

Typographic wonders,

And colors of the rainbow,

Adorn and invite.

 

Yet, behind the front, lies the utility of the back road.

Sitting in our lives, apparently undeserving a view for itself.

 

Yet, still, it attracts … somehow.

 

Sharing a joy needs little explanation,

No words,

No conversation,

Just smiles filled with goodwill,

And grace.

 

As the greatest gift, a new perfect creation,

Is beheld.