Reflections
A new page with the same book
Giving the opposite flower a look
I am simply the tree
As the wind passes free,
Dancing softly and fine
The lake's reflecting as the Sun and stars shine
And every swans are making waves with their muses
And the water passes the lily pad, standing strong like my excuses
There's a withering rose
No one wants to water it because of its thorns
But it's still surviving and standing strong
It can absorb the invisible heat and visible dry smoke for so long
And all of them can be reflected in a single mirrorball
Glued tiny shattered glasses have them all
