Oh Lily!
White is your flower, pure is your soul.
One that spreads love, one that holds hope.
Full of the future, youth and visions
burning with passion, shown by stamens.

Oh Lily!
Life is but short, and you have lived long.
Dry is your petal, old and forlorn.
Alone you droop, not to be seen
Yellow you fade, losing your green.

Oh Lily!
Once you were young, full and robust.
Hope you have spread, healed others' hurts.
Time forgot you, made you the past,
Dead you may be, but your love will always last.