The Lotus pond

Wet earth, the softest mud.
Medley of silk threads and pollen
Reverberated in silence.
Green leaves danced in the wind
Dazzling pink lotuses meditate, 
High, above the grey waters realm,
Like rubies and diamonds
In dense dark caves of forgotten ages.
Like snails clung to insipid shells of their own
Time stood frozen in the lotus pond...