Mourning Glory

As light breaks through mountain ridges It touches upon pastures and cobblestone bridges On top of the summit, tall it’d tower a small and reclusive edelweiss flower With kin of his own, for those were with the trees below He was accompanied solely by the light, wind and snow The light didn’t engage in conversation and was rather taciturn Save it for a morning greeting, and his moonlit return The snow would often mutter and grind, But unlike the trees would think, he was warm and kind The most loquacious of them all, was without a doubt the wind She told stories so wild, edelweiss couldn’t have ever imagined Thus their lives were composed of tranquility and bliss Until one day however, something was quite amiss the snow croaked to the wind, to which she did not take heart Enraged, she stormed so strong it could sunder even the trees below apart In response the snow started to rumble and tear His avalanche dragging edelweiss down, in a fit of despair After the wind bore witness to the passing of her friend Tears of bitter grief would violently descend High in the mountains, where the wind still howls out in search Dear trees, have you perhaps seen my beloved flower, and what of the snow? I think edelweiss got lost in that fateful storm, replies a birch regarding your other friend, spoke the oak, was drowned in your sorrow. The wind could not help but continue to grieve But thankfully the light was there to console and relieve As the light pierced through her clouds on mountain ridges, Upon those now distant pastures and cobblestone bridges.