The lilies remain separate, seemingly undisturbed

And unconnected.

In all but names,

Justice, Self-care and Fortitude,

Strange names for their green platforms,

Home to the activity of many creatures.

Below the surface,

The mother lies, Prudence.

Waiting for leaves to shake,

Sending nourishment below,

And receiving it above.

Each day.

A stone arrives from a mortal being,

Disturbing the calm scene,

Sending water and waves to affect all their parts.

But leaves move in unison,

As Prudence directs calmly from below.

Unfazed and happy to see another encounter,

Bringing them together.