YOUNG LEAF

Trembling, to a satin
umbilicus she cleaves,
as dolorous Heaven
human perfidies grieves.

Diamond droplets drench
her pure, dazzling emerald,
as Thor's crimson bolts
Creation's fury herald.

A leaden sky tears profuse
of rage inflamed showers,
to Nature's caprice newborn,
in terror she cowers.

Sullen billows a barrage
of black barbs release,
blemish her tender bloom,
naught would their ire appease.

Battered, weary, she clings
fast to her silken stem,
now dauntless, soul aglow,
this viridescent gem.

Squalls, tho' fiercely they rage,
ere long must dissipate,
shadows anon retreat,
she notes the gale abate.

This storm weathered, in form
prone her pain manifest,
courage accrued, she
contemplates Fate's grim bequest.

Upon dark, sodden earth
her brethren lifeless lie,
thro' the petrichor laden
air their spirits fly.

In gravest bewilderment
their demise she mourns,
as victory's diadem her
bruised brow adorns.

Nor the Sun, nor Zephyrs,
nor birds fluttering by
her anguish heed, attend
her fervent question "Why?"

No earthly kindred her
despairing heart would ease,
with much brutish chiding
they disparage her pleas.

In Life's vagaries now
serenely acquiesced, 
eternal sorrows she carves
in her ever aching breast.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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