Lily pads spark
childhood delight,
call up frogs
and dragonflies
and sprites;
cross the bridge
and leave the mundane behind,
big roots spring up
from the aquatic deep
from where mythical creatures
sometimes surface for a peek,
but perhaps the most enchanting part
is the beauty that floats
on top of the dark,
never drowns,
always stays green
and supports
its crowned queens:
snow white and golden
blooms of hope and peace.
The bad never trespasses
on such a garden
hovering, rising,
on hydrogen
and oxygen.
This place is the safest,
so ancient yet ever new,
nourished by memories
of the naivety
of youth,
encompassing millenniums
of braids and bugs,
overalls and dirt
and bare feet,
and on lily pad boats,
a million fantasies
and dreams
set out to sea…
Words and images ©LauraDenise
I love a lily pond ❤
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