Monet painted his lily petals pink
Innocently wading in shallow waters
Among the croaking frogs
A breathtaking canvas dream.
But, those petals on those lilies fall
Into a mucky pond
Mixing with frog gunk
And dusty fog.
By day break, the dawn grazes
On broken flowers and green moss
Shedding light on a seemingly lighthearted romance
Shattered by the groaning frog-call.
Silly frog should have stayed on his toadstool
Away from the lily pads he destroyed
From petal to petal
Like dust, those lilies settle.
Monet painted away the truth
Behind the watergarden
Destroyed flowers forever immortalized
And not a frog king left to be seen.
Lily is the real queen.