The Waterlily Pond

Weeping willows betray the water Blending too deeply, too green You say lily, add water before Methinks you painted a dream Dare you dream In a world of green When white stark posts refuse to gleam? Dare a foot trod upon the arch So blissfully green as the shrubs (Or should I say trees), and these Cat tails that the wind rubs Much softer though, than the trees