Lily Pond

The winds of ancient breezes blow
over fertile lands with love;
and faces in the willows know
why the songbirds sing above.

The redwood forest fires burn 
like a passionate caress;
and salmon in the river learn
which hidden rocky routes work best.

Wistful notes of silk flutes frolic
in the clouds like angel ribbon;
though beds of dirt are melancholic
their golden souls were gifts to live in.

This lily pond quest is quite symbolic -
we float upon their dreams forgiven.

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