Lilies, petal wrapped,

their colour smiles

in water’s drift. 

A summer’s dreamer,

her flowers are 

purple rain catchers.

Tanks: ancient reservoirs,

lilies far as sight permits. 

Under chlorophyll isles

drift tangled fronds

where swimmers weave 

their cool green, 

hydraulic dreams.

Elephants drink here

and stick legged

avians break journeys.

To stand pensive, in these

time worn water fields.

Marvel at floating leaves,

whose island dreams

and water songs,

play rippling gently.

In the distance

where lilies meet sky:

A white chalk bright

Stupa topped with 

Buddha head spike,

pierces the unbroken blue.

Once neolithic mounds

to hold our dead,

now giants of brick

and stone…

who bow their heads

to passing flowers

and greenway archipelagos.

To drink a deep fill,

a quench of lake water.

©️ Dai Fry 14th May 2020.