Fragments

The Flower and The River

A ballad

She was a flower
Plucked from the ground,
Far from where she was planted,
The home she was granted,
She just floats around.

He was a river
Wild and strong,
Full of force and direction,
He needs no protection,
He's where he belongs.

Well the flower, she wandered,
Some would say she was lost,
Till she came to land
In a river so grand,
Through his waves she was tossed.

The water revived her,
It filled her with life,
And she spent many days
In those deep and dark waves,
Forgetting all strife.

Until one day the sunshine
Grew hottest of all,
And the grass became brown,
With all life drooping down,
As the river grew small.

The flower was worried,
For he was her home.
She once had belonged,
But it wouldn't be long
Before she was alone.

And finally, the river,
No longer wide,
At last it grew dry,
Without a goodbye,
And the flower, she died.

The valley was empty.
The river was gone.
No more flowers grew,
Or in the wind blew,
It could not carry on.

But soon came the rain clouds.
They carried a storm,
The rain filled the river,
The valley, it quivered
As earth became warm.

And then came a blossom,
Along with the rain,
And up grew a sprout,
'Twas the end of the drought,
And spring came again.

But this time, the flower
Did not float around.
She stayed far away
From where the river lay.
She didn't need him now.

At last they were happy.
A new day had dawned.
The river kept flowing,
The flower kept growing,
They'd learned to move on.

© 2015