She hides in the belly of the flowers,
only seen when she greets,
then slipping again to oblivion

Here I wait,
waiting for one to walk by,
when she comes out,
I steal her away,
with her in my hands,
I'll never be alone,
without her beauty again

The flowers start to wither,
the forest starts to die,
the people start to to gather,
to get her beauty back

They find me in the meadow,
the only area still with life,
I'm running away,
with the prize in hand,
creating life to the forest around me,
dying after I pass

They follow closely,
chasing down the man,
who stole the beauty away

Cornered I wait,
getting down on my knees,
surrounded I am,
but I'm not giving up,
the beauty I found,
until they strike. . .me. . . down

The flowers,
they bloom again,
The forest is again filled with life,
The woman returned,
and the people content,
forgetten am I,
never to see her beauty again.