Yes, I am sorry, yet another water-lily. Actually, I am not sorry at all. I am mesmerised by their controlled beauty. It is tempting to personify this bud, with its ruffle of bubbles. It is salutary to focus upon the lone bud, awash in a pond replete with sooo much beauty.
This put me in mind of Stevie Smith's 'Not waving but drowning', much of which is not appropriate to quote here, suffice that I do like the last two lines
I was much too far out all my lifeThe song of one who marches to a different drum.
And not waving but drowning.
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