the find

poem by Wolfgang Ghoethe

student drawing Rudolf Steiner Waldorf School – SP

I walked through the woods
so for walking,
not even thinking
what to look for.

a lit eye
in the shadows I saw.
It was the most beautiful flower
that shined there.

I tried to rip it off
but she said
that I would not take it;
That she would die.

“Then I am harvested
and then wither?”
But I meekly
I started digging.

with its roots,
the most delicate,
I picked the plant
of dewy light.

And in my garden,
where it always grows,
she always lives,
always blooms.

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