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.
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
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