I stroke a lily’s petals

Rub dew between my fingertips

And watch the day blossom before me

As a bumblebee whispers her prayers

To the branches of a pear tree.


Golden light streams through the twisted branches

Hummingbirds and seeds

Drifting through the summer solstice.


On this day of blessed idleness

I lie beneath a pale blue sky

Clouds shaped like white water lilies

Passing me by.

Originally published in KidSpirit Online for the Money and Value issue.

Caroline Harris wrote this poem as a high school sophomore in Silicon Valley, California. Her writing stems from a deep-set fascination with the subtle nuances of the English language, and she particularly enjoys poetry and flash fiction.

Artwork by Swastika Jajoo created when she was 17 years old. She is from India.