A lilly called Milli

She blooms,
with virtue & vibrance,
only growing brighter.
Living in passion,
she is a fierce yet fair fighter.
She is ruled by the moon,
& fed by the sun.
Trees gloat & swoon,
when they grow beside one.
When weather comes to soon,
shell welcome the season,
staying in full bloom,
to stand for what she believes in.
She may weep with the wind,
just to dance in the rain,
letting the breeze take her sins,
& ease her last pain.
Catching her reflection,
in the pool of her roots,
she sees her pedals are softer,
more sacred & purer,
than the finest of fruits.
She can cope with the cold,
she'll shrivel when it's chilly.
Safe and warm she'll unfold,
revealing a radiant Tiger Lilly;
radical & ravishing,
is the essence of Milli.