Grave Angel Speaks

Whose blossoms are these I think I know, He lies buried In the tomb below. He would not see them Adorn his grave, Their coloured hues With a sojourn brave. I suppose he knows Who brought them here, Perhaps it was A beloved dear. Its sad he cannot Their fragrance smell, I need stand in For this task as well. In silence I bless Those mourners few, Who bid the dead A tearful adieu. ***********