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