The Petals In A Glacial Flow Poem by Bud Taylor

There's a river that flows from a glacier of old
and the story told of children bold
catching lov'd life on a cliff on the heights

Where the hawk nests and soars on high
upon warming updrafts to heavenly sky

Birds, ladybugs, dragonflies, and bumble bees
flit all about meadows scattering flowers among the trees

Boy tops the ridge to take in the valley rift remembered
reckless and blind to a bridge in time suspended
seasons capture their tears on the petals which flow unended