(A/N): Ok guys! I wanted to get this chapter done because of all the ideas I have swirling around in my head. I'm happy that you guys are liking the story. I also appreciate the reviews on the other chapters especially the last one. I want to thank elljayde for the idea with Judith. I like that idea and I plan on using it but tweaking it slightly! If anyone else has any ideas or just wants to give me some advice then I would be more than grateful.

Chapter 3: For the Group

Ryder opened her eyes trying to figure out where she was. She looked around, her eyes meeting concert wall. She looked forward seeing jail cell bars, and it clicked that she was still in the prison. She sat up in the bed looking between bars. She had closed them overnight hoping that it would deter people from seeking her out trying to talk to her. She didn't hear anyone moving around so it must have been early.

She stood up stretching hearing her joints pop and creak. Ryder did a couple stretches loosening her muscles getting her body ready. The blonde grabbed her crossbow patting her side making sure her machete was still on her hip. She opened her cell grabbing her pack leaving her cell. She walked past Daryl's cell. Glancing in she saw that he was actually in his cell asleep although he didn't look too comfortable. He wasn't too long for the bed, but he was decently wide, and his shoulder was slightly off the bed. She continued down the stairs and out of the building not coming across anyone awake in the block.

Ryder left the prison stopping a minute looking up at the sky. If she could guess she would say that it was about six or seven in the morning. It wasn't surprising that no one was awake. They got up early to complete tasks, but she didn't notice people get up until eight or nine. She continued down to the side of the fence where she could exit the prison safely without dealing with the entrance gates. She moved through the fence and quietly glided over the land and weeds into the woods.

The blonde woman moved across the forest floor making sure she didn't disturb anything around her. She had gone on that run yesterday, but if she wasn't doing anything, then she would get too antsy. If she could bring back some food for the group, then she could leave them and live her life she had before coming to the group. Her bringing back food for them and going on that run yesterday was her payment for allowing her a couple night's sleep and some food that she didn't have to shoot herself.

There was a sound of scurrying across a tree. Ryder halted listening to the ambiance around her. Her eyes skimmed over the land and trees trying to find where the noise had come from. Ryder turned her body finally finding the squirrel that she had heard scurrying around. She pulled up her bow aiming it at the brown animal. She squeezed the trigger steadily and the bolt when flying pinning the head of the squirrel to the tree. She walked over and pulled the bolt from the tree removing the squirrel from it. She loaded the bolt back into the crossbow hooking the squirrel to the line she hung from her belt loop.

While Ryder was hooking a rabbit, she had caught there was a rustle behind her. It was a way away, but she still heard it. She didn't know if it was a walker or if someone was following her. She hooked the rabbit and dropped to a crouch moving behind a tree pressing her back up to the bark. Steadying her breath she pulled her machete from her sheath readying it for an attack. Closing her eyes, she listened, and there was another rustle of leaves this time closer to her. She counted in her head when she assumed the thing was close enough to her she jumped out from behind the tree coming face to face with a walker. She shoved her machete blade into its head dropping the walking corpse to the ground. She looked around listening waiting for another one, but there weren't any other noises around her.

Ryder had been out in the woods for a few hours. She covered her eyes with her hand looking up into the sky blocking the sun from her eyes. The sun wasn't over her head yet, but she could see it. She assumed that it was about 10 or 11. She knelt back down gutting the last of the animals that she shot. There weren't many, and they weren't as big as a deer, but it was something. They would probably be grateful either way. She hooked the rabbit to her line standing up. It was time for her to head back.

She was walking through the woods close to the prison now when she heard distant gunfire. Her head shot up looking around. It wasn't close to her, and it sounded like it had come from the prison. Ryder took off running back to the prison hoping they weren't dealing with other people. The day had been quiet so far, but it looked like that was over.

Ryder busted through the edge of the woods. She looked ahead and noticed that Maggie, the young boy who she knew as Rick's son Carl and a black woman were dealing with a couple walkers. She had heard people throwing the name Michonne around, but she hadn't been able to figure out who she was. She finally was able to put a name to a face. She started sprinting to the main entrance pulling up her crossbow. Maggie wasn't to the gate yet, and she could see Carl pointing a rifle at the walkers attacking Michonne. He couldn't get a clean shot without possibly hitting her. Ryder busted through the gate, bow drawn shooting one of the walkers pulling it off her.

She turned to Carl. "Carl! Close the gate."

Michonne shoved the walker that was still trying to get to her off into the wooden spikes behind her. Ryder heard the metal doors squeaking closed behind her, but she heard Maggie yell her name. "Ryder!" Instantly she turned pulling her machete slamming it into the head of a walker that had slipped through the gate before it could be closed.

She was breathing heavy looking around her making sure there weren't any more walkers in the area. Once she deemed it safe, she leaned down helping Michonne to her feet. She looked over to Maggie nodding her head slightly. The brunette ran over shooting the walker in the head that was still alive on the spikes. Maggie grabbed Michonne's other arm helping her limp back up to the prison. Carl followed behind them with the horse. Once the horse was put away, he walked ahead of them making sure nothing attacked them.

Ryder and Maggie were passing the crops on the court still helping Michonne when Rick walked out from a door on the side of the prison.

Carl ran up to Rick, but he held up his hand trying to stop his son from getting near him. "Hey, you might want to stay back." Carl ignored him though and connected to Rick forcing him into a hug.

Ryder could see that Rick had blood on his hands. Rick looked up from his son looking at all three women standing away from him. Michonne decided to speak up first. "They came out and helped me."

Rick nodded his head. "Are you alright?"

Michonne only nodded in confirmation. Maggie was the next one to ask what was on all of their minds. "What happened in there?"

At that point, a woman that Ryder didn't recognize walked out of the prison holding a yellow sheet with blood where a person's head would be. Everyone looked back at Rick.

He was watching the ground not saying anything. It seemed like he didn't know where to being or how to explain. Ryder was watching him, but she couldn't take it. "Rick, what happened in the prison?"

He decided to look up finally watching all of them for another couple seconds. "Patrick got sick last night. It's some kind of flu. It moves fast." Carl started backing away from Rick when he heard that his father could be sick also. "We think he died and attacked the cell block." He looked down at Carl leaning on his knees, so he was eye level with his son. "Look, I know he was your friend, but I'm sorry. He was a good kid. We lost a lot of good people."

Ryder was watching Rick. He looked like he was lost like he didn't know what to do at that moment. She couldn't even begin to put herself in Rick's place. He had to kill people he knew that were fine the day before. He had to put down friends, people that he needed to protect.

Rick stood back up looking at the women more to Maggie than the other two. "Glenn and your dad are okay, but they were in there." She saw Maggie nodding her head showing Rick she understood. "You shouldn't get too close to anyone that might have been exposed, at least for a little while." Carl turned around walking over to stand next to Ryder.

Ryder was out in the yard sitting on the edge of the court looking out over the fence and the walkers pushing on it. She had dropped off Michonne in her cell. After helping her, she brought by the skinned and gutted animals so they could be cooked later. No one was outside probably still dealing with the problem inside. She pulled her knees up to her chest resting her arms on the tops of her knees. She was planning on leaving today, but now that this happened she wasn't so sure. She didn't owe these people anything. There was also a possibility that she would get sick if she decided to stay and help them. She also didn't feel right leaving either. They lost a bunch of people and who knows how much more had gotten sick with them running in and killing all of the people who had turned.

She was left in her thoughts, so she didn't hear someone walking up behind her. The sound of a shovel hitting the concrete behind her brought her out of her thoughts. Ryder turned looking up at Daryl standing above her holding two shovels. He had a black bandana covering his nose and mouth. "Going to dig graves?"

He nodded to her. "Someone's gotta."

"Well." She stood up wiping her hands off on her pants. "I'll help you."

This time Daryl shook his head no. "Ya haven't been exposed much. It's best if ya stay away."

Ryder just rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. Just give me the damn shovel."

He watched her for a minute not moving. She could tell he was thinking about whether he should let her help or not. He finally handed over one of the shovels. He also reached into his back pocket grabbing a red bandana handing it to her.

She looked at it but didn't take it from him after grabbing the shovel. "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but I don't care to be smelling Daryl when I'm working."

She dug around in her pack she had with her pulling out a pair of gloves and her own bandana that was a dark shade of purple. He scoffed rolling his eyes putting his back into his pocket. She just looked up at him with mock confusion. "What? Purple's my favorite color."

He watched her for another half a second before walking down to where their other graves where they had dug a while ago for other fallen members of their group.

Both Daryl and Ryder had been digging for a good 10 minutes in silence. She needed information about what was happening. She had been keeping her distance as best as possible so she hadn't heard any news from inside.

She looked over at Daryl's back leaning on her shovel handle. "How is everything in there so far?"

He stopped what he was doing after pulling a few move shovel loads of dirt out of the hole. He turned looking at her. "Two more people are sick right now. Names are Karen and David."

"What do they plan on doing with the sick?"

"Glenn had the idea of puttin' 'em in the death row cells. They're away from everyone else and sealed off."

"What about the children?"

"We decided we need to keep 'em separate but not sure where yet." Ryder stood there for a minute longer thinking but then decided to return to digging. Daryl didn't start back up though watching her dig down into the grave. "Ya know, ya can leave anytime."

That made her stop and look over at him again watching him. She just shrugged her shoulders not saying anything to him.

"Ya don't owe us anythin'. Ya haven't been around long enough to get infected probably. Ya could leave and save yourself."

She looked up at the prison. There were more people walking around outside now. He was right. She could leave and save herself. She had told him plenty of times that she didn't like being with a group because they got each other killed. She hadn't been there long, but when she hadn't been talking to people, she had been observing. "Nah, you guys need help. Who knows how many more people will come down with the flu. Plus, with the kids, someone needs to watch out for them with all the adults sick."

He just watched her. This was the most that she had shown any type of caring for anyone in their group. He was surprised with how much talking she did about being alone and watching out for herself that she had decided to stay. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't become sick like other people had. She hadn't been as exposed as everyone else but it was always a possibility. While he was thinking, she went back to digging. He turned back to his own hole whispering to himself but just loud enough she could hear. "Maybe, ya ain't as much of a bitch as I thought ya were."

She turned looking at him with a mixture of shock, annoyance, and amusement on her face. She couldn't believe that redneck just said that. She saw him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She could see he was amused with her reaction. He knew what he was saying or else he wouldn't have said it out loud enough for her to hear.

Ryder was about ready to retort when they both heard Rick approaching both of them. Before he could get to them, she heard Maggie calling for all of them. All their heads shot around looking to where she was yelling from. Beyond her, there were a big group of walkers pushing on a part of the fence. The group was big enough to push it over if they could get enough leverage on the side.

Rick started to take off running while Daryl and Ryder crawled out of the holes both grabbing their crossbows booking it after Rick. They made it to the fence all grabbing their long-sharpened tools starting to shove them through the heads of all the walkers they could get to. Ryder was standing next to Daryl and Daryl was standing next to Rick killing walker after walker, but they kept coming and kept trying to climb the fence. Ryder couldn't hear anything except for the sounds of snarling and squishing as they pierced the heads of the walkers.

She heard Maggie yelp as she tripped but stood up and started shoving her weapon into more walkers. That was when she heard Sasha over to her other side. "Are you seeing this?!" Everyone looked over at what she was looking at. There was a pile of dead and bloody rats laying on the rocks on the inside of the fence. "Is someone feeding these things?"

Ryder was watching, but one of the supports started to give above her head. "Hey, guys! This part of the fence." She caught everyone's attention running over to help her try to get the walkers off the fence.

The fence started to lean more, and everyone started backing away. Rick looked up and pushed forward putting his hands on the fence. "It's gonna give! It's gonna give!"

Everyone was pushing on it trying to overcompensate for the pressure the walkers were putting on it, but it wasn't helping. Daryl pulled everyone back away from the fence making sure that no one got stuck under it if it did give way in that second.

Sasha was looking around frantically to the group. "If that fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it."

Ryder looked around in and out of the prison. "We need a distraction for the walkers outside of the fence. It will pull the attention away from the commotion from earlier."

Daryl looked over at her. "Watcha got in mind?"

Ryder was about to say something when Rick interrupted. "Daryl, get the truck. I know of a distraction."

Ryder pulled her pack on holstering her gun and making sure she had all of her weapons on her. Since the camp was having an epidemic, Rick wanted her to walk around fully armed now. After he had gotten rid of the walkers on the fence with the pigs, he came and talked to her. He said pretty much the same thing Daryl did, but she didn't want to leave the group in such bad shape. She told him that she would help them until they got better then she would leave. Since she hadn't been as exposed as all the other adults, she was going to help guard the kids in the administrative building. She would be there with Carl helping keep an eye just in case something happened to them since they were separated from all the other adults.

She left her cell walking down to Rick's cell where he was talking to his son. She leaned against the rail listening to their conversation.

Rick was trying to appease Carl since the young man didn't want to guard people. "It's for your own good."

He didn't even bother looking up at his father as he stuffed more supplies into his bag. "I'm fine… I don't want to be locked away with a bunch of kids."

"I need you in there keeping an eye on Judith and everybody else. Making sure they're safe."

Ryder noticed they stopped talking just watching each other. She stepped forward next to Rick. "Plus, you won't be alone with just kids. I'm going in there with you to help. We will have two sets of eyes if anyone gets sick."

Carl nodded to her seeming better with the plan now that he wasn't the only one going to watch the group. He grabbed his pack walking past her and Rick. He seemed like he wanted to ask something but he didn't want to ask with her around. Once Carl was gone she turned to follow, but Rick stopped her.

"Ryder… I just wanted to say thanks again for staying here and helping."

She grabbed her crossbow strap watching him. "It isn't a problem. I don't feel right leaving you guys when you are in such need of people who are capable." She turned to make her way to the administrative building but stopped not facing Rick. "When you guys are, up and getting better don't expect me to stay though." Before he could say anything, she was leaving the block.

She made the short hike to the building separated from everything. She weaved her way through the hallway finding the room that everyone had packed into. There were a few younger kids, Judith, Beth and Carl in the room. They didn't seem to be doing much. Carl was standing guard looking out a window. Beth was walking around with Judith on her hip bouncing her, and the younger kids were on the other side of the room doing whatever it was kids do. She walked over to a battered and beaten arm chair plopping down throwing her leg over one arm with her other foot planted firmly on the ground. Once comfortable she laid her crossbow over the edge of the chair in reach in case she needed to grab it in a hurry.

They had been in the room for about half an hour when there was fussing in the quiet of the room. Ryder had closed her eyes leaning her head on the back of the chair resting her eyes but not falling asleep. Soon the fussing turned into crying. Judith wasn't happy with whatever Beth was doing or not doing. Without moving she could hear Beth trying to shush the crying baby, but she just wasn't happy with her current situation. Ryder heard Carl get up from his seat next to the window walking over to his little sister. He then started to bounce her and play with her trying to stop her from crying.

She heard Carl ask, "Is she hungry? When was the last time she ate?"

Ryder finally opened her eyes looking over at the two. She glanced over in time to see Beth shaking her head. "No, she ate about an hour ago. I think she just wants your dad, but we can't take her to him."

Ryder sighed standing up and stretching walking over to the pair of kids. She held her hands out to Carl waiting for him to give her Judith. Carl watched her for a minute not handing his sister over to the stranger. Ryder just stared down the younger kid. "Do you want her to stop crying?"

Finally, he relented his hold on Judith handing her over to the blonde woman. She held Judith on her hip bouncing her, but the baby was still crying. She closed her eyes trying to remember the lullaby that her grandpa used to sing her.

"Farfallina

Bella e Bianca

vola vola

mai si stanca

gira qua

e gira la

poi si resta sopra un

fiore

e poi si resta spora

un fiore.

Ecco ecco

A trovata

Bianca e rosa

colorata

gira qua

e gira la

poi si resta sopra un

fiore

e poi si resta spora

un fiore.

Ryder kept her eyes closed the entire time through the song. It was rare when she thought about her grandpa, and she missed him every time she thought about him. When she was done, she looked down noticing that her lullaby was able to put Judith to sleep.

She shifted the baby around in her arms laying her on her back looking down at her soft cheeks smiling slightly.

She heard Beth clear her throat and talk gently. "That was beautiful."

Ryder's smile turned sad in remembrance. "Thank you. I heard it when I was young from my grandpa. When I was mad or couldn't sleep, he would sing it to me, and it would always do the trick."

"What language was that? It didn't sound like English or Spanish."

"Italian. My grandfather migrated here from Italy when he was in his late 20's. I grew up with him mostly speaking Italian to me."

Finally, she looked up from Judith sleeping soundly meeting the blue eyes of Daryl in the door frame watching her. He nodded his head when he noticed he had her attention telling her to come with him.

Ryder walked over to Beth gently laying the sleeping baby in her arms and following Daryl. She closed the door gently. Once they were far enough away from the door, she looked up at him. "I thought you weren't supposed to be here?"

Daryl was still watching her. He hadn't been surprised when he walked into the building hearing someone singing. It wasn't rare for Beth to be singing to get Judith to sleep. He hadn't expected Ryder to be the one singing though. He didn't know if it was just him who noticed, but when she wasn't thinking about the world and just enjoying herself, she seemed soft. She always kept her hard exterior around everyone but her singing a lullaby reminded her that she was a human and she had feelings other than annoyance and hate. "Sasha's sick an' now Glenn has it. Michonne, Bob and I are goin' on a run to the College at West Peachtree Tech it's our only chance to get meds for everyone. We need anotha person, and Tyreese is set on stayin' here. Was hopin' ya would come with us. Could use your help."

Ryder just nodded. "I'll meet you out by the cars in a minute." She turned not waiting for his response.

When she went back into the room where the kids were everything had settled down. Beth was sitting on the floor again holding Judith who was still sleeping. Carl was over by the window, and the kids were still in the corner playing.

Carl walked away from the window when he heard Ryder enter. "What did Daryl want?"

Ryder was quickly grabbing her pack and crossbow from the chair where she had previously been sitting. "There's a group going on a run to get medicine. Daryl wants my help." She turned walking up to Carl. "I know you didn't want to be here by yourself, but this is important. Make sure you keep an eye on everyone. Okay?"

Carl just nodded his head to her. She smiled and headed out the door jogging to where the cars were parked. She made it to where the cars were when everyone was piling into the car. Good, she didn't want them waiting on her. They needed to move quickly if they wanted to have the least number of casualties to this sickness.

She jumped in the car behind the passenger seat. Daryl was driving, Michonne was in front of her, and a man was sitting next to her. She assumed he was Bob remembering the name that Daryl had said.

Daryl pulled out of the area moving through the main entrance making their way an hour away to hopefully get meds for everyone. She could see Bob looking over at her out of the corner of her eye. She turned to him waiting for him to say something.

Once Bob knew that he had her attention he brought up his hand. "Hi. We haven't had a chance to meet yet. My name's Bob."

She watched his hand shaking it. She wasn't as hesitant, but she didn't hold onto it longer than necessary. She was getting used to being around their overly friendly nature. "Jordyn Ryder. Just call me Ryder." The blonde turned back looking out the window.

Apparently, Bob wasn't done talking to her though. "That's a big gun you have with you."

She heard Daryl snort with what she assumed was a laugh. She looked up catching his eyes in the rearview mirror. She didn't want to get on this topic. Every time it came up people always thought she carried her gun because she wanted to look cool. People also thought she couldn't handle the big gun. "Yep. It is."

Bob was looking at the gun sitting on her thigh. "Can I look at it?"

Ryder was squinting at him trying to figure out what his game was. People didn't ask to see her gun. There was no reason for it either. It fired a bullet killing things. Everyone carried a gun now.

Bob decided to try to set her mind at ease. "Even though I was a medic in the army I still know a little something about guns. I'm just curious."

Ryder finally sighed relenting. It wouldn't hurt anything. The guy seemed harmless. She was also sitting right next to him so if he did anything she didn't like she could handle it. She pulled the gun from the holster pulling the clip out and pulling the slide back locking it. She dropped the bullet that was sitting in the gun out of the slide emptying the gun. It was harmless now. She handed it over to him once she checked it quickly again. "Be careful with it."

He simply nodded gently taking it from her hand. He looked at it turning it around in his hand. "Why do you have it?"

"… I had collected guns before everything went to shit. Couldn't bring all of them with me when I had to leave my place. Decided to bring my favorite with me."

"It's heavy. Doesn't it bother you having a heavy sidearm trying to move around out in the woods? How is the kick?"

Ryder just shrugged at him. "I'm used to the weight. It doesn't bother me. It kicks like a bitch, but if you know how to handle it, then it isn't a problem."

Bob handed her back her gun. She took it from him pushing the slide back in the gun. Slapping it against her palm making the clip click into place. She pulled back the slide cocking it. She checked and made sure the safety was still on and pushed it back into her holster on her thigh.

The group had been driving for a few more minutes when she heard Daryl talking to Michonne. It didn't seem important to her, so she just looked out the window watching the trees move past the car. She was looking out, but noticed that the further they drove down the road the more walkers Daryl was avoiding. He hadn't noticed yet. She leaned forward between the two seats. "Daryl."

He was tuning the radio. They had heard what sounded like talking over the static. It sounded like they said Terminus. When she said his name, she held up his hand. "Shh."

Ryder was watching him tune the radio trying to get a clear signal. She looked up and noticed the walkers that were blocking the road. "Daryl!"

His head shot up swerving around walkers in the road also hitting the brakes trying to stop the car before they rolled it. Finally, the car came to a stop but not too later after that the black sports car was surrounded by walkers. All they could hear was snarling and scratching at the windows.

Once Daryl's shock wore off he threw the car into reverse looking behind him. "Grab something!" The car jolted everyone forward as he slammed on the gas. He was hitting walkers but the more walkers that he hit, the more that piled under the car.

Michonne pointed to the left of the car. "Go to the left."

Daryl started stepping on the gas trying to get the car moving but with the wheels stick in, and on walker's bodies it wasn't going to be able to go anywhere. They were trapped in the car stranded with hundreds maybe thousands of walkers around them. He pointed to the right side of the car to the nearest section of forest. "Make a run for the gaps right there." He turned back to Bob. "Make a run for the woods, and ya don't stop for nothing, ya hear me?" He looked up shoving on the sunroof. "Now!"

Michonne and Ryder both shoved on their doors opening them when it was safe from walkers. Daryl popped up through the sunroof shooting walkers that were closing in on Michonne and Ryder as they stepped out of the car. Michonne drew her sword, and Ryder pulled up her crossbow. They started pushing to the woods as Daryl climbed out of the sunroof sliding down the windshield and hood.

Ryder turned around making sure everyone was behind her, but they were missing one person. "Dammit." She whispered to herself. Daryl ran past her as she turned around running back to the car. She could see that Bob was frozen in his seat. He was just looking around at all the walkers surrounding them not necessarily knowing what to do. She screamed his name trying to get his attention. "Bob!" Her yelling caused more walkers to surround her and the car. She moved her crossbow around her back in one swift movement pulling out her machete. She started hacking at the walkers that were surrounding her. "Bob!" Her last yell was able to get him out of his trance. He shuffled out of the car quickly frantically looking around.

Ryder killed a few more walkers making a path for him, but her wrist was caught with cold dead fingers. There was a walker closing in on Bob who was trying to get to the edge of the woods with Daryl and Michonne. She pulled her tomahawk throwing it into the back of the head of the walker dropping it. With her free hand, she pulled her gun out shooting at the walkers that were surrounding her along with the one grabbing her. She looked over noticing that Bob was able to make it to the others. They were watching her fight off the walkers, but they couldn't do anything. The sound of her powerful gun going off started drawing even more to her location. She screamed at them over the groaning of the beings around her. "Run! Go!"

Daryl watched her being surrounded by walkers. He couldn't run out and get her or else they would have both been surrounded. He had heard her squeeze off a few rounds from that hand cannon she had. That bastard was loud, but it was helping them because she was drawing the walkers to her position. "Ryder!" Michonne was pulling on his arm trying to drag him away from the woman fighting for her life. She couldn't be right. Groups were supposed to have each other's backs. She had helped them so much with only being there a few days, and now she was going to die the worst way possible because of their group.

Ryder and Daryl made eye contact one last time while she shot another round into one of the walker's head. "Daryl! Run!"

Daryl let Michonne pull him away from the scene into the trees. The last thing he saw of her were those crystal blue eyes surrounded by red as walkers closed in on her.

(A/N): I'm sorry guys! Don't hate me. I know cliff hangers are a bitch but just hang in there with me. I hope you liked this chapter especially seeing another side of Ryder. Here is the translation for the lullaby earlier in the story.

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Butterfly

Beautiful and white

Fly and fly

Never get tired

Turn here

And turn there

And she rests upon

A flower

And she rests upon

A flower.

Here, here,

I have found her

White and red

Colored

Turn here

And turn there

And she rests upon

A flower

And she rests upon

A flower.