You watch as
the rocks skip across the surface
breaking the smooth clear surface

The ripples follow as we walk
down the wooded grove
hand in hand
never breaking apart

You see, what you believe to be,
 a perfect white flower
glowing amidst the mossy forage

Suddenly its in your hand, 
and the girl starts to cry
and the flower falls out of your dejected hand

You wipe the tears
look into her eyes
and whisper, “It will be alright”
You pick another flower
tuck it behind her ear
and together, 
hand in hand
walk to another place