The Lotus

The lotus flower,

delicate, attractive, picturesque.

Like a newborn little girl,

still adorable with youth.

Standing and staring,

at the clear, still water,

pondering silently.

The lotus falls,

her early life is lost.

Once warmed by the sun,

now sunken in frost.

Sinking in the mud,

like an old woman dead,

buried, rotting, in the graveyard dirt.

No one will notice,

the life beneath them,

the sweet little girl she once was.

Stepping over the ending life,

till she is no more.