Down in the valley
Where the times are fast,
Lived a girl longing to be
Where the land is vast.

She was made of wildflowers,
And carved of a little stone.
Out in the wilderness
Was where she felt most at home.

She’d roam through the forest,
And through the tall pine trees;
The beauty of the land
Spanned far as eye could see.

One day the girl awoke
Her wildflowers withered so,
The feeling gone on the left
For what reason? She didn't know.

They told her not to worry,
And “there’s not much we can do,
Just try to get some rest—
All will be good as new.”

She waited and rested
Months went by without change
They finally told her,
“We need an MRI of your brain.”

After all the tests were over
With nine spots found on the scan,
“It’s MS,” they concluded.
And then treatment began.

Back into the wilderness
She fled to be alone,
Mourning her withered wildflowers
Which had once been overgrown.

Whilst gazing at the mountain peaks
She heard nature’s soft decree,
Reminding of the stone in her
Making her stronger than disease.

So back to the valley,
Went the girl made of flowers
Returning to the wilderness
When she was in need of her power