Lilies blossom in the nourishing rain,
While the Petunias wither in a devistating drought.
For the 'impure' and petty Petunias,
Are not so great nor as good as the Lilies.
They have not the whimsy,
Nor the sweet perfume.
They are continually overshadowed,
With all nutrients stolen.
For the Lilies are the superior plant,
And they alone are cared for.
While the Petunias are in the abysmal darkness,
The Lilies bask in the rays of shimmering daylight.
So the neglected Petunias become increasingly bitter,
And the beloved Lilies increasingly sweet.
The Petunias remain hollowed and rigid,
As the Lilies the Pronged Deer eat.
