Death is a Lotus Flower
In the stillness of the spirit's sacred dance,
I met the Reaper, in a lotus flower's trance.
Its petals soft, its beauty rare,
A constant companion, beyond compare.
From the moment of my birth till this very hour,
The Lotus Flower walked with me, a silent power.
Guiding me through life's ebbs and flows,
A tender teacher, in the blooming rose.
Surrendering to its gentle embrace,
I found solace in its timeless grace.
A warm reunion, a love so pure,
With the Lotus Flower, I felt secure.
In the petals of death, I found rebirth,
A celebration of life's infinite worth.
For in the Lotus Flower, my beloved guide,
I found peace and love, side by side.