Glacier Lily

The Glacier Lilies – Are looking so pretty;

Their bright yellow colors – Above the ground, hover;

Leftovers from Fall – No life left at all;

Isn’t that just how – The lifecycles spin;

One generation ends – And the next one begins;

The new generation – Grows from the old’s dirt;

Building on the last – Generation’s work;

Like how these lilies – Live in leaf-made earth;

Perhaps that is why – In scriptures so true;

We’re told: respect elders – Who came before you;

Without them our world – Would not be the same;

All of their hard labors – Much benefit made;

Yet how seldom do we – Appreciate;

Often neglecting – Until it’s too late;