Black lillies sprout from the valleys of my heart
Rain waters them as steady as time ticking in reverse
Though the sunshine is bright
Their pigment is reflective for the light
Casting sunrays high and turning day to night
The stars stay hidden due to confusion
The sun high and the skies deep dark seem to them an illusion
The moon now with a homeless glow causes the tides to no longer flow
deep draught valleys play home to these flowers that bloom
They grow sideways and upside down turning flower to root
The forest around has burned down around

casting ashes and soot
Falling slowy with a sound resembling a symbals clash
Ashes settling sounding as glass droplets atop glass
They wrap themselves around my ankles and the weight mashes my foot and will not let me pass
So vicious to the eyes
These black lillies keep me here pleasing to the ear
As the wind blows through their leaves
It creates a beautiful symphony
In this valley I am planted firmly as a tree
As far as the eye can see
I see black lillies