The Red Rose, dazzling and showy, asked the Lily of the Valley, the flower of May, “Why do you hide so low in the shadows? Come out in the sun and be seen.”
The Lily, small and white, responded, “Then no one will bend down to take in my sweet perfume.”
“Why would you want anyone to bend down to one so low?”
“Because only when bowed down to take in my sweet perfume, will they hear their own inner truths.”
From my childhood I recall this song, sung in rounds.
White coral bells, upon a slender stalk.
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk.
Oh, don’t you wish, that you could hear them ring?