Beneath the Weeping Willow,
Beside the sleeping Creek,
Her back to the sun,
she sits.
Rain falling down beside her,
Lillies laying beneath her feet.
Tears forming,
They roll down her cheeks.
A lone rose falls,
It sits at her side.
Slowly,
black fades to grey,
Grey to blue,
Blue to yellow.
Sun's rays,
They hit her face.
Eyes open,
Head moves,
To the glorious picture in the sky.
A rainbow forms to guide her home.
R.I.P Auntie XoXoXoXo
