The Flower on the Riverbank
By the river, On its shore
There is a Flower I have never seen before.
Only the sun’s bountiful warmth
Tickles Her stem to spur her growth.
Only the rain, kissing the ground
Could make Her beauty bloom all year round.
When the cold wind comes blowing down,
She does not break, She only bows.
And when the snow falls from the sky,
She does not wither, She does not die.
She grows there, waiting for the one
Who will pick Her up and take Her into his arms.
I’ve searched these lands far and wide
And watched my steps with every stride
Hoping that one day I would see
The loveliest of flowers is seated here, in front of me.
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