THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER.


   High up on the mountain top,
   l rest to take stock.
 
   Such a peacefull timeless place.
   Wherever l look is an open space.

   A young girl appears before me,
   with her hair,
    a halo in the sunlit air.

   She sits down to talk.
   "l'm glad you came on this walk" she said.
   " There is a flower,
   it takes a hundred years to grow,
   not days.
   Shall we wait for it to flower? ".
   She asks.

   "Yes". l reply

   "We can make our home here among the stones", she said.

   So we did and waited.
   Eventually it came.
   It was her height.
   Just the same.

   A huge tall stem.
   With flowers of lilly white.

   We ran to it and said "How beautiful are you".
   We danced around it and and sang ,
   We smelled it's scent.

   The beautiful girl kissed it and hugged it,
   and pulled me in to.

   I'm glad we waited.
   We hailed it Adios,
   then walked back down.