Lotus
There lies a little lotus
balanced on the water’s face,
while her roots become
displaced and dragged
under the water’s blue surface.
Floating near tall cranes
sends quick fish to stir up the earth,
as small pebbles fly
below the water,
they are unseen by a child’s gaze.
Beyond the hills
a cricket sings in the distance
and an ant carries large crumbs
by the callings of life,
which made the waters still.
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