Marsh lands badlands
Where life won't grow
Just miles and miles of
Emptiness to show
I am a denizen
Of one such wonderland
For I am a water lily
Try catch me, if you can
I grow and thrive
In such marshy miles
The closer you come
The further I glide
All by myself
I explore all the shores
I bloom in the moonshine
Sun is too harsh
For me to be lured
live a while..but in a queen's style...the lily's charisma nicely described..
Water lilies are like Lotus. They bloom at night only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tweeting and chirping Gathering leaves and sticks These little birds Have their nests to fix.. all Lines a Nature so abundant! thank you for sharing!