Down by the lily pond
She toyed with the long grass
Sitting in her soft, white dress
Nought she knew of her task

What was her purpose?
To feel, to love, to give,
To learn, to laugh, to lead,
To care, to share, to live?

Deep beneath the water,
She summoned the life she dreamed:
A husband and a daughter,
Was this as good as it seemed?

For in the waters reflection,
She was beckoned to see her face,
Large, red and gaunty,
Ever so out of place.

And as her prince came striding forth,
With a book and poem in hand,
A dead leaf shattered the glistening reflection,
So she sat and toyed with the sand.