A poem in the style of Ezra Pound, by Bard

    Lotus flower,
    Out of the mud,
    Stands above the water.

    She is the symbol of pure beauty,
    Rising from the mire of the world.

    She is a reminder that even in the darkest of times,
    There is always hope for beauty and renewal.

    Lotus flower,
    Open your petals to the sun,
    And let your fragrance fill the air.

    Let us all learn from your example,
    And rise from the mud of our lives,
    To find our true beauty.

Edit: Bard also taught me how to post this here with proper formatting, after a couple of errors