the mantra.

be obedient and create.

robbed the sun from the sky.

to be sincere, this fall has been so dear.

three hundred.

lilies endure the heat of the sun, too.

and you say you want to be prettier than the lily that
fought through and grew out of a field of weeds -
so you say,
you'd like to stand as high and as tall as the lily
that tore through and broke through the confines
of a lost youth,
skipped stages of produce -
but managed to still be beautiful just, to you.

you say you want to experience life on the cool side,
no heat, no warmth, just cool -

one thing you've got to realize is
energy comes from the sun -
the sun inspires the cool,
because without it, cool wouldn't exist.

and that lily recognized this -
which is why she rose,
even when the sun
deemed her
to be
sold
to the hot
rays
of the
treacherous
sun.