Elaine Li '24
We were seeds,
Covered by a blanket of soft soil.
One day I emerged slowly from the ground,
And the sun’s warmth hugged me.
Soon my friends joined me,
One by one they sprouted.
Paper-thin petals growing whiter
As our parents watered us with love.
The water which showered us
Was clear as crystals.
We rose miles every second,
Out of our parents' reach.
One day a black poppy from outside
Led a group of young lilies
To a place where water ran brown,
And the sun couldn’t see.
They returned with grayer petals
But more and more followed anyway.
We white lilies turned black
Until only I remained.