Morning Muse

Jacob called from the garden to tell me of the beautiful pink lotus bud. It captured his heart and mine. We shall await for its offering tomorrow morning when it unfurls its buttery petals.

Its irredescence makes it glow under the morning sun. 

It seems to ask the white lotus flower to wait for her to bloom. 

i guess she told the pink lotus bud that she might just have to "fall" tomorrow when the strong wind sweeps her crown up in the air then down the water to melt there. 

This was the conversation while the young dragonfly was admiring his shadow cast on the pad.