Sending Flowers

There was a girl who spent her summer afternoon

Sending flowers down a river under the lazy sun 

Not just different types, but all from different places 

A red rose from the small hands of a bride

Lilies that once graced the coffin of a dead 

Forget-me-nots for all the lovers who have become lost

And peonies to heal the broken and the unwell 

The girl, she had this prodigious theory 

That sending flowers that once took part of millions 

Of lives and of a million volatile moments 

Would cause all of the ache, amour, and beauty 

To all become one sweeping wave, and beauteous stream 

That each person and each moment of every feeling

Known to humanity would become one 

And then everything that hurt would become beautiful

And everything beautiful would stay beautiful

For life at its best and life at its worst

Would never be forgotten and how even though

Life is reckless like the waves of the river in a storm

In the end the wildness only leads to the calm.

 

-anna sluder