Everyday Narcissus went down by the river banks, knelt and gazed into the water...
He was fascinated by his own reflection!
'How beautiful I am,' he thought. For months on end, he would go to the river's edge to stare at himself, oh how proud he was!
Until one day, he became so mesmerised with his beauty that he fell into the water and drowned; just because he wanted to inspect his beauty a little closer.
Tales have employed that it was at this spot that the Narcissus flower sprung and bloomed.
The forest's trees shook in grief, the leaves scraped along, wailing but it was the river who was most distraught- Their beautiful Narcissus has passed away.
'Why are you so upset?' The trees asked the river, after all you are the one he went to everyday to gaze at his beauty, you know him deeper than the rest of us.
'What? I'm not upset for Narcissus, was he even beautiful?' the river asked.
'How could you not notice?' The trees responded.
'Well as Narcissus knelt by me everyday, I gazed deep into his eyes and saw my own reflection and how beautiful I was...'
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