Behold, there stands the white lily,
Slender and serene,
With a buzzing bee exploring her bloom,
Her chalice filled with rainwater so clear,
The buzzing bee tenderly drinks the life-giving water.
Then comes the restless hummingbird,
Lifting his tiny head,
Softly sipping from the clear, still pool,
Making way for the butterfly’s gentle flutter,
Who sips from her bloom’s generous embrace.
This flower lives but a fleeting time,
Yet gives life to humble guests,
Who drinks her life-giving gift.
Its fleeting life is like the gentle spring
That fades, leaving love in its living waters.
Oh, my love! What should I ask of the Eternal God,
To the Lord, I plead, my dear,
That you stay beside me, endlessly,
Like a fountain that forever flows with love,
Like the waters that sustain my life.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was originally written in Spanish. I worked on the English translation to enhance its flow and rhythm.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A lovely tranquil write to start the week, enjoyed the read
I can only imagine it in Spanish for the original is generally even better than the translation and this one is already a fave. Maybe it is that these lilies grow along the stream just below my house or maybe it is just their beauty or the beauty of the words and images of the poem itself but this poem brings many feelings that are nostalgic and peaceful and so poetically done.
There something about water as a receptacle of both life and death, of living and of dying.🙏🏻
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