The Day I Killed A Water Lily (First real post, hope you enjoy it)

Each fallen drop of rain from the sky

Creates a ripple, a dimple,

A change slight and simple,

A kaliedoscope trumpeting for both ear and eye.



Hood hangs on heavy shoulders as the damp soaks my hair,

The sweet smell of fresh earth,

Of decay and rebirth,

Both alight with delight and despair.



Nestled so gently between breezy reeds

Is a delicate flower,

With it's own vulnerable power,

A shining gem amongst tree rot and weeds.



It's bell shaped blossom and slender stem,

So sweet and alluring,

My thoughts are detouring,

And theres no getting hold of them.



I must have this beautiful bloom

And my conscience disbands,

With my lightning quick hands

It's ripped from it's home with impending gloom.





From it's stem wound oozes chlorophyll blood,

Oh what have I done,

Stolen it's marsh, it's life, it's sun,

The rain and the tears from my eyes start to flood.



As the water rises to the base of my feet,

To above my knees,

Till it's swallowed the trees,

The flower and I float suspended, complete.