Garden Lily

I'm orange and bright on a stem straight and tall
But tucked between bushes and old garden wall.
You might never notice me growing at all,
Hiding my light, hiding my light.

If I hide my own beauty it's not out of shame;
My petals are vivid - each one like a flame.
Let me make myself known to you - Lily's my name,
Biding my time, biding my time.

Innocent, beautiful, graceful and pure -
The meanings of Lily are lovely, for sure
But you come and find me, I'll not knock your door,
Hiding my light, hiding my light.

You come and look for me,
Orange and bright.

poem © Celia Warren 2012