Literature
Lily
LILY
As the wind comes crying out,
The girl, she soon begins to pout.
"I am all but 5 years old,
and here I rest, shaking and cold.
The skies they cry a weeping tear.
Come now Lily, I'll hold you near.
Lily is my friend you see.
She lost her eyes. She depends on me,
To tell her when there's danger near,
But right now Lily, have no fear.
For I will keep you close at hand,
And one day it will be so grand.
I will wear a yellow dress.
A daisy in my hair, I guess.
We will dance in joy, beneath the sky.
You my Lily, always by.
But I am all but 5 years old.
Here I rest shaking, and cold."