By Trisha Uhrhammer
I hear the birds, the leaves rustling in the trees and the laughter of folks strolling by.
The incredible beauty of the lotus, proof of God’s miraculous creation.
The intricate pattern of each bloom, its center, its stamen, its petals.
I hear the birds, the leaves rustling in the trees and the laughter of folks strolling by.
The people who travel far and wide to see them.
The glory of the pond, transformed by a single lotus, gone wild.
I hear the birds, the leaves rustling in the trees and the laughter of folks strolling by.
The incredible beauty of the lotus, proof of God’s miraculous creation.
