The flower and the stone

There was a flower near a river
It smiled so bright and true
It's the reason for this story
That's written, dear child, for you

It whispered to its sisters
How it would much like to be taken
Away to see the wide world
But her wish would see her forsaken

For a traveller came by the river
As he saw her he plugged the flower
And took her to a castle
Set her high for the world to see

And all came to bask in her beauty
And all laid down their gifts
But none returned her companions
The smile that her spirit lifts

The talk under sun and stars
That from her birth she shared
With those brave souls who dared

To see
With contentment
What they had
And think
Without resentment
That one word
That's so tough
But opens the door to joy
That one word

Enough

Oh tough little flower
You were lost in this hour
You now have it all, and the gifts never end
You can not return, so you must pretend

That the gifts are your purpose
But they're empty and hollow
Your life became shallow
Reclaim your soul!
For you were not made
The darkness to follow

And the flower sighed, knowing what must be done
And on that day turned into a stone

The stone was ugly, not to be adored
And the finder, with great dismay
Carried her to the river he found her
And threw her wide from his side, away

And there she lay
Now not beautiful
And there she lies
And she's saying to you
 
There's a flower near a river
That turned into a stone
It lost all of her beauty

But it smiles cause it knows it is home

There's a flower turned stone near a river
Who smiles for all who can see
This, child, is the end of the story

That's written for you and for me