Morning finds the lotus open,
petals wide to the quiet sun.
For a moment it holds the day—
soft color on still water,
a perfect pause
in the turning of time.
Dragonflies pass.
Clouds drift overhead.
The pond keeps its calm reflection.
By evening the petals loosen,
falling one by one
into the waiting water.
Nothing resists the fading.
Nothing tries to remain.
The flower was never meant
to stay—
only to bloom
long enough
for the world
to notice
how beautiful
a moment can be.
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