poem about sa

Weeping Lily

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There is a flower in the deep of the woods
By the name of Weeping Lily,
she sits in her pond, grounded by vines,
And all the creatures loved her dearly.

A fox wandered into the forest one day,
Leaping over branches and weaving through the trees,
He stopped at the pond for a crisp drink,
Where he heard the lily weep.

Up from the water he drew his face,
Eyes feasting upon her elegant form,
They looked at each other, then the lily smiled,
And the fox stayed for a little more.

They stayed in the pond, laughing for hours,
'Till the fox thought it time to play,
The lily refused, the forest did too,
So the fox stole her petals away.

Off the fox ran, deep into the night,
Infinitely and terribly deep,
And the lily remained, dazed and afraid,
And that's why the Weeping Lily weeps.