Flowers are like people:
they shrink and grow
cyclically, organically,
without knowing why.
My friend, consider the lily:
it tilts its face to the sun
then retreats into the dark
for months to imagine
itself and reinvent
itself again and again.
You know not all lilies
are Lilium by genus
but are lily by name,
by stature, by joy
of their blossoms,
which cannot be hidden
but bloom ecstatically,
perennially, just as we humans
wish we could.