A BUD IN GREEN

In the tranquil depths of the murky mire,

A lotus bud, a marvel to inspire,

Nestled amidst the water's embrace,

A symbol of purity, beauty's grace.

Wrapped in layers of verdant shroud,

A promise held, yet to be avowed,

Petals folded in silent repose,

Guarding secrets that the bud encloses.

Emerging from the murky deep,

A symbol of hope in water's keep,

Unfurling slowly in dawn's soft light,

A gradual bloom, a breathtaking sight.

Petals unfurl a delicate array,

A ballet of grace in nature's display,

Velvet layers, pristine and fair,

An elegance beyond compare.

Rooted in mud, yet untouched by stain,

The lotus bud, a pristine domain,

A metaphor for life's purest love,

Emerging serene from depths above.

Oh, lotus bud, in your humble state,

You teach of beauty, patience innate,

From murky waters, you arise,

A symbol of hope beneath the skies.