Wind & Waters Beloved Poem by elenore elizabeth

for it was just a flower on the far
side of my garden

it's fallen, and turned brown.

what is it? just a flower the has hardened.


it was my beloved, my love. it was tortured, and thrown above.


a beatuiful rose it was that rose above the wall
...how did i not see? when my rose
began to fall.


for it was just my beloved flower,
tortured and loved, and always grew
by the hour

but why do i cry for the lost flower of mine?

i am just the wind in the trees,
and the water in the air combined.


i couldnt keep it alive,
that beloved rose of mine......

fot it was just a flower on the far side of my garden;
too far for the eye to see

it's absent went unnoticed......

but why do i cry for the lost flower of mine?

i am just the wind in the trees,
and the water in the air combined.


i couldnt never keep it alive,
that beloved rose of mine..

but on the far side of my garden,
where the air and water cobine, i sit and cry

for the lost rose of mine,
for my beloved that i never will find.