In the muddy waters I reside,
Beneath the depths, I bide,
Waiting for the right time to bloom,
My beauty catching everyone's eye to consume.
A lotus flower, that's what they call me,
And although I'm rooted in the mud, yet I am free,
My petals reach for the sky,
And my beauty never does die.
Through the muck and grime it grew,
Til I finally sprung up, bright and new,
Each petal, a soft pastel hue,
With a simple elegance that is true.
Pure and pristine, my beauty amazes,
In the morning light my petals glazes,
Beneath the sun's warm rays,
My beauty shines brighter than everyday.
A symbol of purity, a sign of devotion,
A sign of inner strength and growth in motion,
A beacon of hope, a guide in the night,
A beautiful flower, with no need to fight.
A lotus flower, beautiful and pure,
Rooted in adversity, and still so demure,
A gentle beauty, a reflection of grace,
In a world that may try to pull me out of place.
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Blossoming Poems
PoetryA collection of poems for flowers Some poems might hold some power The gay fam isn't the most creative But some of their words are interpretative The gay fam is a massive love den So please enjoy our garden
