The Lotus Flower

The crystal white orb guarded the night With sky full of jewels sparkling so bright Mirrors etched in the tranquil black pool Where underneath rests a sleeping soul Oblivious to the stench of murky darkness Echoes from croaks and jump-in splashes Tightly clenched from the flanking noise Awaiting the fiery glow to dry the moist When the azure sky reflects the daylight And in the foggy water spike beams of light It signals the time to rise from the mire To stand and bloom for others to admire A pinkish glow in the waves of greens Affably in quiet bloom to scan the scenes Gentle in the eye yet distinctively sharp Seemingly near yet far from the grasp Below, the tangled mess one cannot see Entwined straws of threads floating freely From where the buoyant beauty springs Dancing with the current wherever it brings Emerging clean from the grubby water A symbol of purity, a source of wonder To sink in the mud and rise without mark To bask in the light then back in the dark As the blazing star loses its burning glow The lotus flower’s spell ceased to show Receding to where she bows once more Only to blossom like never before.