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.



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Joanna is an aligned vinyasa RYT-200 certified yoga instructor registered with Yoga Alliance. Joanna's mission is to bring the teaching of yoga to everybody in an accessible, welcoming and gentle way. Check out for services, blogs and updates on all things yoga. Namaste.

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