Behold, there stands the white lily,
Slender and serene,
With a buzzing bee exploring her bloom,
Her chalice filled with rainwater so clear,
The buzzing bee tenderly drinks the life-giving water.
Then comes the restless hummingbird,
Lifting his tiny head,
Softly sipping from the clear, still pool,
Making way for the butterfly’s gentle flutter,
Who sips from her bloom’s generous embrace.
This flower lives but a fleeting time,
Yet gives life to humble guests,
Who drinks her life-giving gift.
Its fleeting life is like the gentle spring
That fades, leaving love in its living waters.
Oh, my love! What should I ask of the Eternal God,
To the Lord, I plead, my dear,
That you stay beside me, endlessly,
Like a fountain that forever flows with love,
Like the waters that sustain my life.