Brilliant morning light warms the dew
Your hard rocks surround the gentle tree of pale red
Within the garden, slowly eaten alive
Petals fall and lie like the dead
Old memories you refuse to hide
Falling softly where others have bled
A sea of mourning conceals with high tide
Nature has danced their dance since they wed
No need for epiphany, their spirit is known
Haunting the earth with beauty hidden
To their fate no one is forbidden.
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