One day i found a rose, it was special in it’s own way
I took that rose along with me, until it wilted away
Then I found a river, with it’s rapids rocky but swift
The river lead me to a powerful pond, where my spirits it did lift
But my pond it disappeared into thin air, and my river flows through time
Now i have no Rose, no River or Pond.
But don’t worry, I’ll be just fine.