Author Yang Wanli Now it comes, mid June on West Lake, Four seasons, the vista ever unique. Lotus leaves to the horizon, boundless green, Sun glow on lotus buds, peerless red. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments