The Lavishing Lily
Once upon a time under
the canopy of Amazon,
A beautiful girl in the
Brazilian tribe was born.
She was told by her
father of an ancient myth,
That in the moon, a
noble warrior lived.
She believed the tale
and begun to swoon,
Casually fell in love
with the Warrior-in-the-moon.
No boy of her tribe
seemed worthy of her love,
As she waited for the
man who resided in heaven above.
Year following year,
her desires grew stronger,
Her family’s dreams to
marry her met failure.
The no moon nights begun
to be her worst nightmare,
She would patiently
wait weeping in deep despair.
She would sky gaze;
searching the man of her destiny,
Whenever the mystical
moon dawned with rich solemnity.
Often she ran through
the darkest Amazon woods,
Trying to catch the
pearly rays wherever she could.
Once it did happen on a
clear cloudless night,
The moon shone to its
fullest like a bewitching bride.
Amid blooming joy she
forged ahead meticulously,
And fate carried her
lastly to a vast vivacious valley.
Shockingly she found
the moon has descended to earth,
Into the plain
perspicuous lake, may be to take a bath.
She jumped into the
valley to embrace it forever,
Utterly determined to
meet her majestic moon warrior.
But the wheels of her
fortune let her drown to die,
To the outside world
she bid a silent goodbye.
Filled with immense guilt
the warrior took pity on her,
Her corpse was
transformed into a giant gorgeous flower.
Thereafter it was named
the Royal Water Lily,
Also known as the
lavish Lily of the valley.
It blossoms, petal by
petal, opening wide,
Only on pristine clear
full moon nights.
P.S- I read this tale somewhere over the internet. I just tried to express the ancient myth in form of poetry.
