Of poetry and flowers...and the idea of perfection

I walked out of school to see this glorious, splendid, gorgeous, incredible flower in spectacular bloom despite the rain.  I might even describe it as defiant.



Not a lily as in this poem, but I think an iris will suffice.

 The Noble Nature
 It is not growing like a tree
     In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
          A lily of a day
          Is fairer far in May,
     Although it fall and die that night—
     It was the plant and flower of Light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

~Ben Jonson

This plant and flower of light is perfect indeed...