Water lily - In the blush of dawn a poem about water lily
Some water lily facts
The common name for water lily is Nymphaeaceae,
It is fresh a water aquatic plant, as the name suggests.
The water lily is a perennial herb which grows from bulbs.
It is found to thrive all over the world.
They favor warm climates and are dormant in cold climates.
Waterlilies have large, waxy, round leaves.
The blooms are varied in color, strong yellows, pale pinks, creamy whites, or soft pastels or even purple.
Their flowers point upwards and bloom in clusters.
The blossoms are very fragrant and pleasant to the eyes.
The waterlily flowers are widely used for decoration or offered to deities as votive offerings.
They are supposed to have medicinal properties and are used in treatment of diarrhea and other conditions.
Water lily at dawn
In the blush of dawn, when the gentle winds tease,
The water lily trembles in the breeze,
In expectant silence and frantic calm,
She pensively awaits the kiss of morn.
Shudders the lily in the pond,
She seem to freeze and then daintily sway,
Her every move her thoughts betray!
Enwrapped within her golden heart,
Lies the tendrils of liquid thought,
Mystical beauty, whimsical dreams,
Afire, radiant, yet to be revealed.
Fearful, quivering, yet love embolden,
Wrestling gently with her passion,
Every breath seems so husky,
Gushing sweet scent, ever so musky!!
Her demure petals, so tenderly release,
Love’s heady scent, designed to please,
Driving the bees, into sweet torment,
Fluttering their wings in erotic prance,
To drink of the potion of magic and trance,
But her eyes, search only for her beloved,
Awaits him with patient haste and pouted lips,
For a seal of love, a gentle kiss!
The sun does finally come around,
With his life giving warmth,
A touch, a kiss, a gentle breath,
He has the maiden in his palm,
Replete with love and tenderness,
Opened up and defenseless,
Enchanted does she recline,
Inundated in love divine!
Still blushing from the moment of love
Her golden heart seems exposed,
A picturesque sight to behold!
Silent whispers of tranquil sound,
Making every heart so loudly pound,
The scene seems like a trumpet call,
To adore and to enthrall,
To dazedly follow in beauty’s footfall!!
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