Even At It`s Coldest Form... Poem by Inner Whispers

(Thursday, November 13,2008)

I saw this picture from you, my dear,
And I told you, I felt I'm this, alone in a pool;
Rare but colorful, in yellow it blooms,
Tough and surviving even at it's coldest form.

Now, you put it again and remind me by sending,
This rare yellow tiny flower I first saw and my eyes laid;
Then memories flash back, as I see dragonflies mate,
Near this tiny flower that made it look more great!

There, she awaits for you to fetch,
At the pond she sit still and her lOve awaits,
Soon, you'll see her, as colorful as it is,
And smell her simple scent, full of lOve and intense!

Come, click on your cam and seek more of it's beauty,
Never tire to capture the magic your subject will portray;
I know each one of us lOve colors in different forms,
Standing courageously even in our coldest form!

(Inspired by the yellow lotus.)