The perfect curve of lilies
softly traced the edge
of the quiet little bay.
Nestled on the stained glass
of their rounded pads
each a green yellow brown
droplet of oil
defined by the black liquid lead
of the still water
glistening in noonday sun.
One massive window
in nature’s cathedral
a perfect scene
held in place
by a tracery of roots
feather-like but firm
like angels rising
from the amphibious
forest floating below.
An entire world
oblivious to my presence
but gaining nurture, life,
from the same light as I
silently gliding above
quietly worshipping
an unseen creator.