The lilies open fragrantly in the cool water,
    A reprise from the burning shore you stand on
    Where tall grass browns in the angry sun,
    Whom the languid flowers cower from.
    The lotuses cluster around you
    As the tide welcomes you
    And the lush trees sway behind you.
    They bend in your honor.
    The land welcomes you
    And you become its poet.


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