The Lavishing Lily

The Lavishing Lily

Once upon a time under the canopy of Amazon,

A beautiful girl in the Brazilian tribe was born.

She was told by her father of an ancient myth,

That in the moon, a noble warrior lived.

She believed the tale and begun to swoon,

Casually fell in love with the Warrior-in-the-moon.

No boy of her tribe seemed worthy of her love,

As she waited for the man who resided in heaven above.

Year following year, her desires grew stronger,

Her family’s dreams to marry her met failure.

The no moon nights begun to be her worst nightmare,

She would patiently wait weeping in deep despair.

She would sky gaze; searching the man of her destiny,

Whenever the mystical moon dawned with rich solemnity.

Often she ran through the darkest Amazon woods,

Trying to catch the pearly rays wherever she could.

Once it did happen on a clear cloudless night,

The moon shone to its fullest like a bewitching bride.

Amid blooming joy she forged ahead meticulously,

And fate carried her lastly to a vast vivacious valley.

Shockingly she found the moon has descended to earth,

Into the plain perspicuous lake, may be to take a bath.

She jumped into the valley to embrace it forever,

Utterly determined to meet her majestic moon warrior.

But the wheels of her fortune let her drown to die,

To the outside world she bid a silent goodbye.

Filled with immense guilt the warrior took pity on her,

Her corpse was transformed into a giant gorgeous flower.

Thereafter it was named the Royal Water Lily,

Also known as the lavish Lily of the valley.

It blossoms, petal by petal, opening wide,

Only on pristine clear full moon nights.

 P.S- I read this tale somewhere over the internet. I just tried to express the ancient myth in form of poetry.