Alstroemiera

I watch the rain fall, the soft drizzle spraying the young flowers of April.

The drops splash onto the vibrant petal of a Lily, the only spec of color amidst the grey landscape, it seems.

Witnessing each drop waltz down the petal, I become lost in thought; mesmerized.

This one flower is alike all the others, yes, but it is also different. With the rain bearing down on the other flowers, causing them to bow, this one stands tall; unwavering- the petals strong. The sheer beauty of the lily sets it apart from the rest, but the lily does not know it is beautiful, for this is the true beauty of the flower.

It is not solely the strength nor the beauty that captivates me.

This precious lily shines as though it has the force of a thousand suns behind it- but it is raining, the sky is grey.

This light, seemingly spiritual, comes from within the flower itself. This flower I see, this lily, it gives me hope.

That in a world of constant showers, something so pure can exist and shine among the grey skies