in the morning light
an offering of their incense
to the almighty sky
the unfurling of their petals
are the opening of temple doors
as honey flows in rivers
in the slight breeze of the morn
and messengers of the gods
race to temple doors
to restore the divinity of the day
and take with them the offering
the lilies gladly give away
the golden dust heaped full
in their velvet satchel purse
and sweet libation drops
to satisfy the buzzing thirst
the petals pour into the air
a cloud of divine awakening
where lost are the poet's words
and the bard holds muted praise
lifted is the lily melody
in silent scented summer days
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