A summer day can never end Or so it seems each year The longer cycles of the sun Make cloudy skies seem clear Each time the wind begins to chime, And end begins to near A whisper of the softest sort Flows gently to the ear The scent and sight enough are great Yet lilies live for more The lilies whisper poetry As none have heard before The lilies whisper to the day That sends the breeze below It touches ground that none can see Where lilies lively grow Beautifully arrayed in white And drinking from the soil Free to whisper their poetry Without the need to toil But flowers do not last the year And newer buds must bloom So short the span of lily life To give new blossoms room The lilies whisper poetry That none shall ever know For just as summer cannot last The lilies cease to grow But beauty lives from that which dies And leaves something to last For lilies whisper poetry For lilies of the past The Lilies Whisper Poetry By Deborah Amar