Tis rare to see such natural beauty,
that captures one's full attention,
much less a sight so marvelous,
it's glory maintains full retention.

When such experience as this I've said,
finds it's place within fertile mental soil,
a seed of vision grows within one's head,
saving that memory from forgot'n spoil.

Some find this rare and treasured jewel,
of visions etched upon memories wall,
in 'artsy clothing' of silk, yarn and wool,
while another might dwell on a waterfall.

There's pets & things, people & places too,
that find their way into memories domain,
and if only 'fond' memories we could 'view'
those we love most tis where we'd remain.

All this was said to bring to a conclusion,
that a wonderful memory for 'ME' twas made,
when upon fertile soil of 'my' mental illusion,
An image of a Lily named 'Liliane' was laid.