Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;
Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.
Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;
Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.
Life has its way of blackening eyes.
Courage paints beauty where hardship resides;
Deep within tissues most damaged by pain,
Faith breeds the strength that will rise up again.
This lily variety is called ‘Black Eye’.