THE WHITE LILY

A tall white lily grew in a beautiful garden.
Her home was near the old stone wall.
Her gown was white and shining green.
May cared for Lily.
She kept the ground soft.
Lily seemed to know that May loved her.
She lifted her head and smiled at the girl.
One day the sun shone.
O how warm it grew!
Lily could not lift up her head.
“Dear rain,” she cried.
“Do come to the garden.
We want you.
Come, kind friend.
Come before all the sweet flowers wither.”
The rain heard Lily’s call.
“I am coming,” he cried.
“Lift up your head.
I will be with you soon, dear Lily.”
The bright raindrops fell to the ground.
Faster and faster and faster they came.
A soft wind blew.
Lily lifted her cup.
The rain filled it.
How glad she was!
“Thank you, dear rain,” she said.
“Now I am happy again.
My gown looks new.
How kind you are!”