My ill-fated Lily

The earth cast away its snowy veil to embrace the spring.
Daisies nestled in its grassy cradle, a sight so entrancing.
I planted a lily in the sodden ground, my spirits soaring high,
I waited for its pallid bliss with a buoyant yearning eye.

I nurtured the shrub with love and warmth, glowing in its essence,
I watched it bask in morning glory and yield to evening silence.
The breeze, a herald of budding season, caressed it with fervor,
Oh!! my wistful heart longs awfully to see my lily flower.

From dawn to dusk, many hours passed, I struggled through another day,
I watched the primrose bloom and sway but no lily came my way.
My heart wailed with despair, it sobbed in angst and strife,
I succumbed to anger with mournful eyes and slashed the shrub with knife.

As I wept at my terrible deed, the lifeless shrub spoke words so true,
You have hurt your mother many a times and failed your father too,
They showered you with love and care when distress stirred your life,
Oh vengeful mortal !! tell me what if their benign hands also took to knife?