Spring had sprung and then,
It sprang out of the green algae covered pond
Forcing the lilies to spring for dear life
As the algae threatened to devour
Each and every one of the pretty little things.
The lily pads had unto them a mind of their own
They said in their unique lily speak
Up yours Mr Algae
This is spring and we, dear sir, have sprung.
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Inside the pond lily,
Hidden from sight
There lies a mechanism
As fierce as any warrior
Capable of fighting all and any
Who might prevent its growth in spring.
Each microscopic disc
Contains a nuclear arsenal
To engender growth
And promote defence.
They are hardy,
There is no doubt,
So appreciate them as nature’s survivors
For they thrive in all conditions.
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Morpethroad 
spring and lilies, lovely poems, Michael 🙂
Thanks lady lee
Lovely bits of whimsy. Now, if the fish in the fish pond would say Up yours, Mr. Algae, we wouldn’t have to get out the scrub brush!
Nice imagery on the image — and not far off what it’s a bit of sculpture of . . .
Thanks for playing along.
Whimsy seemed the way to go.😂
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes, and she shall have whimsy where-ever she goes . . .