A lotus blooms in a silent lake,
Hidden and pure, for beauty's sake.
Its velvet petals blush the stream,
Where dancing dewdrops catch the gleam.
Then storms arrive with violent might,
And cold winds shatter the quiet night.
Though the lotus fades and the waters roar,
The peaceful lake returns once more.
Calm waters soon fill the lake with blooms and grace,
With clusters of lotus emerge, finding their floating place.
Watch the ripples on the water gleam,
Fade into grace like a lotus in a dream.
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