March of the Flowers

The Lost One

The crows of the dark's godly deeds flew

Through thick and steamy storm with glee

To find the one who kept to stars

Whispering with their news from long afar

Fair was the dawn that leaked in the new day

Rare was it that he had something new to say

Each day as follows the last, so we can get our fill

Of wishes and dreams we never will fulfill

Oh crows whom tarnish in blacken soot

Fly weighted with their tasks afoot

Sleeping boy with head brimming of dreams

Come quietly so we may show you how the light gleams

The clock on the wall goes slower with time

And the earth quivers and sways in its rhyme

Wind tosses and turns like an endless tide

Breaking her borders that we like to hide

Sleep sweetly young one so fierce and rare

Honey tossed hair and sky eyes so fair

Clever and quick, with too brave a heart

You'll soon find your journey will start

The window slides open welcoming the breeze

As black feathered shadows come how they please

Taking human like shapes over the one who's asleep

They know how his family will surely weep

The last star shines full as they carry him off

Not a sound was heard, not even in slight

The sun came up, and they were all gone

For they had found the boy, the one