Orange petal in green air.. Honey scent of white flowers.. All mornings of the world were reflected in my teardrops.. And then melted like a vanilla warmth.. She lived on a bank of a dark river.. Breathing of summer grass.. At Nights she admired with the smoke on the water... Once she rose her head and saw a scarlet Moon.. And sounds of the clouds shimmered among night flowers.. She couldn't help but falling in love with it.. She sat on the bank and Night was reflecting in her eyes silently.. And then the red Moon rose.. and a path of golden mist appeared on the water.. She stepped on it.. But fair shoes sinked into the water.. But it didn't matter.. Night fairies and bats didn't see the girl with fair hair on the bank again.. A strange flower have been growing on the river from that time.. It opens its petals at night only.. And moonlight is sparkling on them. It was called after the girls name - Lotus...