I saw a lily, so delicate and so bold.
I saw a lily the other day when I was walking and I thought,
Why do you sway in the wind like that?
The lily replied, Because I’m too fragile to put up a fight.
“The wind is a bully,” I said aloud.
The wind was not blowing that day,
But the lily still tilted her hips back and forth as if she were
Dancing to music only she could hear.
I stood by the lovely flower and closed my eyes, straining to hear the tune.
I heard none.
“What is it like to be a flower?” I asked. “A lily, compared to, say, a tulip or a rose?”
“I like being a lily,” the lily said. “Tulips are too sexy and roses are just mean.”
“What are you, then?”
“Me?” the lily paused as if thinking. Then she said, “I’m harmonic. Like a unicorn.”
“Do you do anything else beside sway?”
“Oh? Are you a mother, then?”
“No. But all my friends are. I haven’t had any success with the bees of this area.”
Same, I thought. “Give it time— you’re young now.”
“But I’m the only one in this field still a virgin. I want to be pollinated.”
I knelt by the lily and sprawled out on my back under the sun.
“Are you a mother?” the lily asked me.
“No, I’m only sixteen.”
“Then why aren’t you pollinated yet?”
“My time moves differently than yours, I guess.”
“Don’t you want to have children?”
“Eventually.” I sighed. “When I’m ready.”
The lily continued to dance. “Oh, I love this song…”
“Don’t you hear it? The bubbling brook, the singing birds… The sound of spring.”
“It’s peaceful,” I said as a hummingbird buzzed by. “Beautiful.”
The lily agreed. “It’s soothing out here. Quiet.”
I wish I could stay out here forever, I thought. A breeze blew back my hair and I swayed.
You’re beautiful too, the lily told me. At least now I have a friend.