40. A FLOWER OF THE GROTTO

That day we climbed

Steeply down the secret chasm

To the Grotto of the Heart

Tasted the cool waters

Freshest and sweetest

Of all the waters in the world

And shared such friendship...

For all of us who gathered there

You were like the Mother

In a cosmic sort of way

Standing off with twinkling eyes

Watching us with heart and care.

You perky celtic fairy

You future mother of generations

Of intergalactic Viking Minstrels

How can a flower know

How beautiful it is?