The Lotus Flower

Mirrors of the past float across the golden drops of streams
Pink lotus flowers dance across delicately with dreams
Ancient worlds of silken comos and combs of raven hair wrapped up high upon their head
The white face makeup with bright red ruby lips the fans freely wave so gently in hands
Geisha girls with satin sash sing softly sweet melody
My dragon of brass and pearl blue eyes brings mystery to our ancient way
While I pick the lotus and kiss it before I put it in my mothers hair
We bow to one another as we honor all mothers and grandmothers across the country with streaming rose colored lotus flowers in the fountain of ageless youth of purest love