Nymphaeceae
Nelumbonaceae
Nuphar Lutea
Lotus
Whatever it is you wish to call me matters not, its what you plan to do with me matters most. I sit still as I am being used' They love me, they love me not'. I'd really hate to say this but I have been accused of many things really being different, being beautiful. Beauty is my curse and it only gets worse. Float upon the water as my roots begin to die and let out a big heavy sigh. What is my purpose why must I hold this curse. Limb by limb I am broken. Petal by petal I am snatched. Stem to Stem I am snapped. By birds and fish I am torn waiting to be reborn .
