A single rose,
Lay upon the ground.
Nothing but the rain,
makes a sound.
The sky it aches for you,
To lay beneath it once again.
The wind crys out for you,
It misses the feeling of your pure white skin.
The sun looks for you,
For your golden hair to absorb its dancing rays.
The grass weeps for you,
To dream upon it as you once did.
I mourn for you,
Wishing to hold you tightly again.
The cold hard ground,
Now holds you in its arms.
A granite stone,
Your name carved upon it.
It now reads the date,
That a new angel was raised.
A single rose,
Lay upon the ground.
The whole Earth mourning,
For only it and I,
Knew an angels name.