Hymn To The Immortal Wind

An old man walks along a busy city street when out of the corner of his eye he sees a discarded, trampled flower.
Yet despite is state of disrepair he finds the beauty that still sits just behind the broken flowers eye
He picks it up gently and slowly walks it home
And with all the love in his heart he tells the flower how lovely she is
How proud God must be to have made something so precious
And that despite her present state of abandonment that her life still has a plan
He plants his little flower in a garden in the front yard of his small house
A place for all passersby to see
With tender love and care he waters and feed his pretty little flower
Which each passing day he sees her grow and become more and more in the beauty she once held
A smile passes the old man's lips
Knowing he has helped restore a broken souls hope


A distraught gardner is franticly walking past small old forgotten homes
Broken hearted that his flower has become lost
He stops his walking as it catches his eye
His long lost flower, far from home planted where it does not belong
He walks to the front door and knocks and is saddening when an old man answers
Know full well that taking this flower will break the old mans heart
"Dear sir, I couldn't help but notice the flower in your yard,
She is very beautiful and I've see you spent a lot of love and care.
But this flower was grown many years ago, planted by my hands with a purpose all her own.
If it's not too much and if you can bear, I wish very much to take her back at home."

The old man turns his head and sighs, the gardener can see the tears forming in his eyes
But looks to his flower and with the slightest nod, grants the gardener his wish
The old man bends down and whispers low, a love sonnet he's told his precious night after night
With gentle care he unplants the flower, hands her over and turns away
With a reassuring hand the gardener touches the old man's shoulder
"She's in good hands, and she'll remain loved."