Lily Pond

The winds of ancient breezes blow
over fertile lands with love;
and faces in the Willows know
why the songbirds sing above.

The Redwood forest fires burn
like a passionate caress;
and salmon in the river learn
which hidden rocky routes work best.

Wistful notes of silk flutes frolic
in the clouds like angel ribbon;
though beds of dirt are melancholic
their golden souls were gifts to live in.

This lily pond quest is quite symbolic -
we float upon their dreams forgiven.