Water trickling in the stream,
Slowly covering up her scream.
The birds are singing a melody,
Pretending all is in harmony.
Flowers grow around her grave
She is forever nature's slave
Her memorial service is performed by the earth
By the wind and the sky
That's all the good-bye
None will miss her for that long,
Or none will know that she is gone.
None will care about the victim,
Who died in the woods near the stream.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.