two young lilly lads
were weaving and diving
in the garden, in the fading sun
‘we can do anything,
we’re stronger than anyone’
like the flick of a switch
the sun turned off,
two lilly lads
grumbled and scoffed and giggled,
the wind blew with fierce strength
‘nothing can snap our stems’
the rain became a downpour
every tree and plant shook,
still the braggarts howled
immitated the bluster.
the rain waned
the lillies screamed their victory,
a whisper washed across the calm,
‘next time we’ll really roar
they’ll plead for mercy’