Red flower in a stream

Water was flowing in a low melodic hum, 
Washing gently over grey stones. 

A red flower came drifting with the current and got tangled with something. 
It lingered there for a moment and was then swept away. 
There was just enough time to commit it to the memory.

Who sent it on this perilous journey? I haven’t got a clue. 

Is there some story behind its casting?
Was it a random act of some absent-minded fellow? It is difficult to discern.

Is there some significance to this chance encounter? Who am I to tell? 

Will it survive its long, winding journey?
Will it join the deep great lake? I can only hope.

But this is a familiar story for all living things. Is it not?