The Girl Beside The Stream Poem by vittal vandavasu

There was a merry little place
I used to know
It is where the sun show's it's face
And it is where the bruised go

It is where a blanket of blue covers things
The trees stand smartly and grass blissfully
It is where a bird on a tree beside the stream sings
And it is where a little girl played gracefully

She played as merrily as spring
Watching the ripples in the clear stream
Searching for a tune to bring
To give life to a near future's dream

Another time I saw the winter's coronation
She weeps her heart out near the steam
Amidst her isolation nature is her consolation
She keeps hope in her woeful hear which is to scream

Her dream has died
They never knew to encourage
But still she tried
It is all woeful wasted courage

Yet another tomorrow I beheld sorrow
This time the demise of a life time's bliss
The stream went on, the birds song was hollow
Without the rhyme of an innocent's wish

In the grass was another unfortunate's demise
In the arms of her best friend
Maybe she has seen enough of those wise
The sinners and judges of the life's amend

I came back again to embrace the solitude
She is gone forever
I am jealous of a sinner's attitude
Aimlessly i roam with nothing to endeavor

Nature did preach her the way
maybe she misunderstood the say
A breeze must fade away
There is time away from today