Lily.
Oh Lily, you really
look ill,
since I saw you got
moved into
this dirty dry spot
you have
lost lots of firmness.
Your frilly white dress
is ever
so yellow and now your
poor head
looks ready to topple.
Lily you must not stop
wanting to
live, you need to show
stronger grit.
I know Lily this might
sound silly
to you but your future
health risk
will be killing me too.
I have given you salts
to bring back
your lovely clear skin
and brought
you bits of nutrition
but Lily
you\'re quickly falling.
You look green round
the gills,
and more sickly today,
Lily I know
you have been through
the mill
so until I can find you
some good
wholesome place I will
take you from
here Lily to my home.
You can no longer cope
with arid
neglect, so, come live
with me Lil.
and bloom for a while
in my little
pool, renewing I hope.
Poor Lily you ought
not to be
found without feet in
clean ground
surrounded by water
which is
as sweet as it is pure.