Oh, elegant flower, how noble you tower
Your poise and your grace you display;
To catch by and by the beholder’s eye
Reflecting the new light of day.

Your bloom tells the story of nature’s full glory
The hand that designed you could only be Truth;
For only the power that conceived the first hour
Could so gift you with eternal youth.

There is none can compare with your beauty so rare
With your ballgown so verdant and fine;
Your complexion of white puts all darkness to flight;
Your creation a matter divine.

Your symmetry sings and your petals are wings
Lifting your gaze to the skies;
Caressed by the breeze, you acknowledge the trees
As they whisper enchanted replies.

Whilst the dewdrops adorn your perfection of form
And you bask in your spotlight of gold;
I reflect on the pleasure you give beyond measure
To those with the time to behold.

As I ponder the mystery of your ancestral history
I stand humbled by feelings sublime;
You have changed not in time, since the Genesis line
Was first drawn on the vast sands of time.

Your magic is told in great stories of old
In manifold mention you feature;
But you reached highest glory in scriptural story
Crowned queen above all by the Teacher.


“ For I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these” Luke 12 v27.