Reflections

A new page with the same book Giving the opposite flower a look I am simply the tree As the wind passes free, Dancing softly and fine The lake's reflecting as the Sun and stars shine And every swans are making waves with their muses And the water passes the lily pad, standing strong like my excuses There's a withering rose No one wants to water it because of its thorns But it's still surviving and standing strong It can absorb the invisible heat and visible dry smoke for so long And all of them can be reflected in a single mirrorball Glued tiny shattered glasses have them all © Domar Esmabe