The Gardener

 

Do not wake the lily
dawn not yet begun,
she lies asleep, in her bed of green,
petals tightly closed.
Wait young gardener, wait.
Listen for the blackbird
rising with the dawn
singing in the willow
dipping in the lake.
She hears the silver song
gold fin at her side.
Watch young friend dream,
do not stretch your hand
listen to the blackbird
and see the petals stir.
She is awake yet dreaming
eyes dazzled by the dawn.
Go home young man, go home
this bloom is not for you,
the flower will open many times,
one day you'll find her gone.
Go home young man, go home
your time will come.......
fall in love again young man
and when you do, and soon,
you'll forget the lily
half sleeping in the lake.