Sitting upon quiet pools, opening their petals to the sun. They float gently but their roots hang into the deep dark midst of the water where the current runs deep. Fish dodge and swim between their tendrils as the flowers float along. Their leaves sit steadily as frogs hop from pad to pad. As the evening close in, the wind gently blows across the waters face taking the fragrant scent of the floating garden into the breeze for a journey to lovers walking along a path by a quiet pond.