There once grew a sprout in a valley verboten

With a sumptuous bulb still unawoken  

Day and night she stood her ground

So weeks would pass with her earthbound. 

 

One morning ‘fore the sun had risen 

The valley was found by a poor magician

With one mistake, he cast a curse 

And poisoned all with his imprecision. 

 

All but the little sprout had moved on

When the curse in the valley had finally gone.

It wasn’t long before more flowers grew

And the valley regained its color like new. 

 

By the time the little sprout would bloom

She had been stained with forsaken gloom.

And yet, when her petals opened at last

All in the valley let out a gasp. 

 

Such smooth stems of the finest selection

With vibrant petals of such complexion

A soft smile glowing through the night –

A Lily blossom of utter perfection. 

 

She spent each day in the valley glade,

where all her flower friends loved to play. 

But deep inside, the curse would stir

And whisper dark things within her. 

 

On days the blossom spent by the river,

She found in reflection the curse came hither.

She was blinded by such ancient magic

There was no cure that anyone could give her. 

 

The blossom was incapable to realize

Her own strength, her humor and all her highs

No matter what the flowers told her

She turned them all away as lies.

 

All the while, she saved her friends

From their troubles and made amends

Never truly seeing the miracle she brought

to the helpless glade that'd begun to rot. 

 

Her flower friends all knew the truth

And worked each day to show her sooth 

They wished to return her favor someday

And forever wipe her doubts away.

 

In unbreakable faith the flowers stood by

the blossom’s side and became her eyes

To save her from any tears she’d shed,

The flowers made a pact that read:

 

“Her curse is not so easily broken,

But little by little her eyes will open

And perhaps one day we may help her see

That none will ever be as extraordinary as she.”

 

The curse could never be fully vanquished,

But the Lily grew strong and forgot her anguish. 

She holds a power like nothing I know

And to the end of eternity I’ll love her so.