She used to dance around the yard,
and get lost within her songs.
Until her life did turn for hard,
and everything went wrong.
Now she's settled in the deep,
and darkness of the earth.
Yet every spring awakens new,
the roses from her dirt.
More lovely now than was before,
more smiles by passerby's.
She lays alone in peaceful calm,
no more tears she cries...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-tears-she-cries/
