A mighty flow of a river,
was her true lover
she was a rare flower
fallen from an exotic tree,
on the river side, leaning over.
In the hands of the waves,
she felt the bliss she sought,
but how could a flower
however fragrant, find
the heart of the flow,
without even a chance
to stop and ponder?

She twisted and turned
burned within,
soaked in water,
floated on a bed of white foam,
then, gifted her fragrance
bit by bit to the water
flowing to the sea.

Now, she found,
every leaf, twig, fish
and millions of others
part of the flow
willingly submit,
whatever they cherish,
to the flow, that would,
take all in to the fold,
of sea where they all
become part of the vast blue,
that has a sheen timeless
and when looking from
up there, outer space
just a small speck