I rarely ever see lily ponds when going outside, but when I do, there is this sense of nostalgia. I think about being a little girl, learning about how frogs leap from lily pad to lily pad. I think about the beauty of a lily, with its pink color that brightens the pond. In this pond, there are so many pads and so little lilies. Other ponds, could have too many lilies and fewer pads. Most importantly, I think about my mom when looking at this lily pond I walked by in Beverly Hills, California. My mom always has a picture of a lily as the background of her phone. She adores their liveliness and vibrancy. In our religion of Buddhism, it is seen as a symbol of enlightenment, which my mom has always strived for. Like my mom, lilies can grow up in rough environments where there is too little or too many of them. Yet, they are beautiful just the same.