The bead that drops gently against the lily,

moving ever so slightly, it rolls down the plane

Lush green that you can smell in spring spreads across the water

Each to a post a point to levy a spot on the water

The green is met by the colors of spring, shaped a flower

This bloom to catch the droplets to satisfy, each quench

This lily is not alone, but a company of three

Each catching the drops of water, taking motion,

To cast a ripple across the pond, each bigger than the last clashing

Fighting the bombardment of water droplets,

To reach the edge of the long pond

The sun hides behind the rejuvenation,

All while I stare up at each drop falling