By Lily L.

In the moonlit night, a Lily blooms,
A flower of beauty, casting its spell,
Petals of white, like lunar beams,
A fragrant whisper, where secrets dwell.

Miss Moon Lily, graceful in the midnight hour,
Unfolding petals, gentle and pure,
A celestial gift, a delicate flower,
Bathing in moonbeams, a sight to allure.

Its ivory hue, a celestial glow,
Reflecting the moon’s radiant light,
A beacon of peace, where dreams may flow,
A soothing presence in the dark of night.

In gardens and dreams, it finds its place,
A symbol of serenity and grace,
A reminder to seek beauty’s embrace,
Miss Moon Lily, a blossom that time can’t erase.

Embracing the night, its fragrance sublime,
It dances with stars, in cosmic rhyme,
Miss Moon Lily, enchanting, a sight divine,
A lunar treasure, forever in time.

About the Author

Lily is 15 years old and attending school at “PA” Valley High School right now. She just started creative writing and on the journey found interest in it.