Liliepad (Lilie) Poem by Javier Falcon

Chirping my way over a pond,
I see her all the way down there,
just there as if waiting for someone,
with time to spare I stay to watch her.

Floating through this calm plate,
easy for her to live life free,
in a world which doesn't demand,
letting her do what she pleases.

So pleasant to the my sight,
glowing lightly in the sun,
unique in this clear substance,
indifferent to me being there.

Letting me just call her Lilie,
only thing out here I call my friend,
in this distant place out here,
a place I might never leave.