The lily of the field grows wild and free,
Its beauty and grace had captured me.
I wanted this beauty for my very own,
I put the lily in a pot and I carried it home.
I watered and fertilized the lilly day in and day out,
I’d make the lilly happy, in my mind there was no doubt.
After weeks and weeks of looking after this beautiful flower,
My love for this lily had gained a lot of power.
I had invested my time and energy into the lily,
So my affection for it seemed quite natural to me.
Despite my love and effort, things took a downward turn,
To grow happy in a pot the lily did not want to learn.
I’m a lily of the field, I must grow wild the lily said to me,
Please don’t die lily, with me I want you to always be.
But alas, to grow in a pot, the lily would not.
To make the lily happy I knew, keep it I must not.
I picked up the pot and took it back to the wild,
The bitter anguish in my heart was in no way mild.
I replanted the lily, so that it could grow free again,
It seemed my love for the lily wasted had been.
I let the lily go, let it have what it wanted,
I love you lily, grow happy with your wish that I have granted.
