Forget-Me-Nots

Forget-Me-Not, the flowers chorus.
Forget-Me-Not.

The boy listens.
Dewdrops on the petals glisten.

The girl laughs,
sees that she and the flowers crossed paths.

The boy smiles.
Picks a flower from the swaying fields,
the flower now in his wield.

Girl takes the flower, smiles back.
In her hands, the flower sways and moves,
with the wind and the pony's hooves.

Boy stops smiling, asks:
"If war tears us apart, will you find me?"

Girl is quiet.
Then:
"The lake with the reeds,  the one where the thrush sings..."
"I will find you."

Summer blooms,
Autumn flies,
Winter crawls by.

At the lake with the reeds,
An old woman plants flower seeds.
"Forget-Me-Nots."
The old woman reads.
"I'm waiting for you,"
"But where is the truth?"
"Where are you?"

With a sigh,
the old woman sat down,
awaiting dawn.

Now she lies in the ground.
On her mound, the forget-me-nots are her crown.