Lotus Flower
On the shoreline of a murky swamp, a
Lotus flower blooms through the dirty water.
The contaminated springs slowly sway
Down the slothy, nonexigent river—
Crusted and caked by a blue-green algae,
Browned by the erosion of stagnation.
How could such filth come to rightfully be
The host of this beautiful creation?
How does its life rise from the putrescence,
Sprouting against the harsh forces of death?
It challenges both wit and common sense
By drawing its photosynthetic breath.
Yet, it remains resilient and strong,
Defiantly alive—as it belongs.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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