Song of the Pine and Mud of the Lotus Flower

I was a young

girl dreaming

about life

under the snowy

pine trees. 

Naive to 

life

and love.

But stronger

than a 

winter's wind

or a frozen lake.

I was hard

and strong

except for 

when 

the 

pine trees

called out

my name

in a Minnesota 

winter. 

I stopped

dreaming

until I found

my first

Lotus Flower.

Roots growing

from mud

and every night

hiding under the water

for safety. 

Replenishment. 

Blooming 

every morning

like its the first

or last time. 

I will

always 

be a 

song of 

the pine tree

and the mud

of the lotus

flower.

And you will

have my

cold 

muddy

heart forever.