Skye here. I know the rules.
Looks like we've got a poetry post.
Tight-closed flowers line the steps
Mute buds bowing on slender stems
Hushed in an echoing, twilit vastness
Poised and ready for the big day
One bud finally takes the risk
Peeks its petals open
Sees an echoing empty vastness
As other buds lift their heads to look
At the ranks of blossoms set on steps
Waiting for that day.
One by one the white buds open
Look to the sky, or at least they look
Through the echoing empty vastness
Opening wide to sing a song of celebration
Fuzzy yellow throats a beacon to bees
Even though there are no bees inside
The echoing empty vastness.
Brisk steps, a human walks
Looks with dismay at the ranks of singing flowers
Sneezes. This won't do!
We cannot have all this pollen in here!
People are allergic!
I have to do something.
Snip, snip, snip.
The glorious golden voices are clipped away
Every single singing flower
As the human hums between fits of sneezing
Denying the lilies their voice.