
A flower of purest white,
Floating upon the lake,
A delicate and fragile sight,
Yet strong and unafraid.

Its petals open wide,
To greet the morning sun,
And close at night to hide,
From the darkness and the cold.

A symbol of beauty and grace,
The white water lily,
A reminder that even in the darkest of places,
There is always hope.

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