Flower is Power

Beside a great pool

Which looked like a giant drool,

Was a silver flower,

Beating inside it was a great power.

Absorbed all beauty and life

But also all sorrow and strife,

Was the great power the flower,

For the flower, it wasn't bad.

The great pool once dried

And with it the flower died,

Thus ended the life of the flower

Gifted by a great power.