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 towards its warmth
Then passed beyond to the other side.
Now,you who deeply feel it's loss.
Be comforted--the rose blooms there.
Its beauty even greater now Nurtured by Gods own loving care.