On the pond the lotus sits,
Attracting the sparrows, robins and tits,
Smelling of the sweet nectar inside it's core,
Which the buzzing bees simply adore.
In the evening the setting sun,
Looking like a yellow bun,
Sheds it's beautiful golden rays,
Ending another wonderful day.
The lotuses are getting ready to sleep,
The little white lily is getting ready to peep.
The moon is getting ready to light up the sky,
Along with the stars with a twinkle in the eye.