Oh, lily of the valley
(a valley fraught with fears),
you grow so purely fragile
drenched with the storm of tears.

Your bells ring sweet and simple,
hung from your towers of green,
and promise of a future
of peace, as yet unseen.

Oh, lily of the valley,
so tiny, clean and white,
don't let this black night swallow
your gift of dawning light.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.