Iris

In the garden bright with splendor,
Amidst the blooms of every hue,
I met the lovely Iris,
Her glory sparkling, fresh and new.

With petals of azure, soft as lace,
Nature’s own sweet symphony,
A promise of rain, and sun’s warm embrace,
Iris sang her song with glee.

Her fragrance filled the gentle air,
And with her presence, joy began,
In quiet moments I found her there,
A symbol of the heart’s pure plan.

• Lydia Sigourney