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As I walked toward the stream
I take off my scottlesca*
And fill it full
And as I closed it I wanted to stay

(scottlesca is a pearl bottle that is wrapped in shiny silver laces its 2 feet wide and 1 1/4 feet tall) (its a bottle)


But of couse my dreams where waiting
So again I started to walk
This time my eyes
Right on the rock

Again I walked
this time up the slanted feild
My energy fading
My scottlesca filled

I sat down once more
Panting harder then
Trapped by the red sea of grass
Then I scanned around again

Tired and cold
I felt I couldnt walk again
For my legs went numb
I hope it can mend

Once more I looked down
Weakly panting
I once more saw the flower
And my panting came to an end

So I went on walking
Even though I was tired
Gathering all last hope
That I deeply desired

I walked on
Knowing I was tired and cold
But I kept persevering

I only colapsed
Just a few times
But I eventually made it
As the hill I started to climb

I walked stumbly
Onto the hill
And I kept on walking
My legs felt like hell

I finally made it
And I collapsed onto my knees
Opened the scottlesca
And poured it with ease

As I pulled myself to the trees trunk
My heart racing and legs sore
I poured the last of my contains
And felt very warm

Out of the distance
The flower still glows
Close to where
The stream shines and flows