The sun warmly smiles on this summer's day so fair. Souls slowly fading as they drift so light and free. Away from pain, away from hate, away from the life they came. Clouds meandering one by one across the lonely blue. As time wanders from new to old and again to new.
Water lightly laps against the crumbling mass of sand, While growing life is green in bloom.
Lingering faintly in time and air, one with the land, Is the sweet fading scent of flowers, the sweet scent of doom.