One of my many hobbies is poetry.  This is one I put together after a day of hiking.

Still Water Lilly

She loves the mud.
The chocolate syrup of gritty ooze
That she rose from and 
Squishes between her rooted toes.
Gripping deep into it, she anchors herself
in the dirty beautiful sediment
that soils all else.
She thrives in it, pulling every tasty bit from it
That her green skin can extract.

She loves the water, 
The milky algae bath 
Of stagnant, healing balm.
It caresses her skin.  
Holding her.
Feeding her.
Giving her the strength to stand 
Since before ancient wordsmiths
Knew what to call her.

She loves the air,
The sweet stench of swamp breezes
Across her floating leaves.
Coloring her chlorophytic complexion
To a richness surpassing emeralds.
It emboldens her to reach
And grasp at the clouds,
Not caring if she'll ever reach them.
Knowing that each day there will be
A new sky to embrace.

She loves the sun,
The Divine fire that was with her
In the beginning.
And will be with her
In the end.
Enflaming her white mane of petals 
With beauty's burning spicy brilliance,
The tender kiss of God 
Given to a creation of mud, water and air.