Water Lily of the Lake
They Say You Are
The Primavera

Who Are You?
Julia Mia Julia

 

I'm a blind butterfly or perhaps a firefly
You are a nightingale in the darkness of my eye
Sing to me until I burn the night
Don't fly when you see me fry
I was a wise man who murmured the wrong words
A little child who sucked the right words
A mighty king who got defeated by a no
I rest in peace now that I have to go         

The willow must go          the sun must face lily

In a cool spring morning, a crying cloud passed over a land inhabited by a small lake, a beautiful water lily and a weeping willow. The water lily murmured these sad words to its companion

Stop weeping, I need to see the sun before drying

An air headed breeze heard these murmurs and decided to bring the warm sun to the poor lily. The breeze went to the crying cloud and told her you can't stop crying so you must disappear from this land, the lily wants to be caressed by the soft rays of the sun. The cloud obeyed and moved slowly to a thirsty land; a land with only one dream, to be a wet land for a day.
Meanwhile in the lake land the sun pointed its rays to the lake and willow but the same words could be heard again and again

Stop weeping; I need to see the sun before drying
Stop weeping; I need to see....................................

They were not murmurs anymore, The rays made them loud and clear.
The breeze finally discovered the truth. The sadness of this land is not caused by crying clouds. Crying clouds never stop for long, they disappear once their tears are not soothing anymore. The wondering breeze stopped for a few moments and then suddenly it changed into a strong and mighty wind with only one idea in its eye.
The willow must go, the sun must face lily
Next time when you walk next to a lonely lake and see a dry lily with a dead branch in its arms please murmur these words:

A pleasing breeze must be soft.............