I return the following winter only to find my flower still
Standing as triumphantly as the year past
This time though I do not turn away
Instead I begin to reach
I reach but grow no closer
Into the clouds and into Heaven
I reach but do not grasp the flower.
As I reach I begin to cry
I cry tears of joy everytime I come a little bit nearer
I cry tears of sadness because I feel I'll never capture it
Why can I not reach this flower that seems so far from me?
Is it because I turned my back on it so many months before
Or is there a trick to learn first before I can make the flower my own?
Whatever the answer may be, I know one thing for sure
I will continue to reach forevermore.
If this flower should come into my hands
I will dedicate to it an undying love
At that time I will replant a flower for another soul to reach for
May they have great joy with this
I know I have.
