A rose once grew where all could see. sheltered beside a garden wall, and, as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches, straight and tall. one day, a beam of light shone through, a crevice that had opened wide- the rose bent gently toward its warmth then passed beyond to the other side, now, you who deeply feel its loss. be comforted- the rose blooms there- its beauty even greater now, nutured by gods own loving care.