"The River" and "The Flower"

[[EarthWitch]]

I hope you enjoy these. I love to write, and don't have much opportunity to share what I've written.



The River

In the quiet hours of the morning
while the world just starts to wake-
Listen to the rainfall and the peaceful sound it makes.
As it falls from heavens river
and it flows down on the Earth-
the Goddess' hand on Her creation giving to Her world new birth.
Not a cloud of threatening thunder-
there's no lightning in the sky,
Just the sound of the peaceful river
as it flows so softly by.
All the flowers drink the lifeblood,
falling gently from above-
as the rain from the deep river cleanses with it's gentle flood.
Walk out into the water,
stand with arms stretched to the sky-
feel the soft touch of the Goddess
as the river passes by.
Close your eyes and let it cleanse you-
let it wash away your pain-
feel the water from Her river,
the soft, warm morning rain.

The flower

A pale, pink, flower
never touched, never seen.
Hidden within the thorns and the leaves deep and green.
The fragrance that drifted
so soft on the wind-
caught in the brambles-never to end.
Each year became paler,
and struggled to bloom-
but found to be strangled, for there was no room.
And then one late evening
as he happened by-
this pale, pink flower somehow caught his eye.
He cut back the vines
that had cut off the light-
and trimmed back the foliage-a chance now to fight.
Each day he came back
and worked till the eve-
Spoke to the flower as he worked; when he'd leave.
He watered her daily
with such tender care-
and he treated her leaves, and admired her there.
The flower, she puzzled-
for she'd never known
such warmth and compassion-
always on her own.
He spoke softly of love-
she trembled in awe-
He thought it the wind when the movement he saw.
And as time passed,
the flower, she knew
that she was in love
and that he loved her, too.
One day he stopped coming.
She waited alone.
For months she looked for him-
but alas, he was gone.
Her leaves became faded-
her petals turned brown,
and just like her tears, they fell to the ground.
The passing of years
saw the flower near dead-
with only one bud adorning her head.
On a midsummers day
she awoke with a start!
She heard the soft footsteps so familiar to heart.
She looked and she saw him-
her love again new,
he touched her so gently, as he'd always do.
And then it happened-
before his own eyes-
He couldn't believe it, it was such a surprise!
The pale, pink flower
so near dead-
became in a moment-
Love's rose of red.

[jcrowfoot]

Sorry it took so long for me to get to those! Keep writing, you are very talented!

[[EarthWitch]]

thanks jcrow!