Thousand lily pads drift
Upon the lake's surface.
Like Xiao Lanterns
That were all set adrift.
The flowers of the plants
Decorate the water,
They swim in the dim light
That which each lantern grants.
A Lily catches my eye:
Its buds yet to blossom,
No light shines upon it,
Its movement's a bit shy.
Yet it's the prettiest of all,
It will bloom beautiful blossoms,
Its light will drown out even stars,
I shall support it, lest it fall.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
Thousand lily pads drift
Upon the lake's surface.
Like Xiao Lanterns
That were all set adrift.
The flowers of the plants
Decorate the water,
They swim in the dim light
That which each lantern grants.
A Lily catches my eye:
Its buds yet to blossom,
No light shines upon it,
Its movement's a bit shy.
Yet it's the prettiest of all,
It will bloom beautiful blossoms,
Its light will drown out even stars,
I shall support it, lest it fall.