The Song of the Living

The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death. I knew a Scotland beauty, she was a rare flower, pretty as she could be. The sun caressed and loved her daily. The gentle rain gave her life blood and strength. Many came to see her. She was a shining star in a world of darkness. They adored her and worship her perfection and her beauty. Like all flowers. In the Fall. She would slowly die and many would mourn her death. But they knew. The dear rose would bloom in the Spring. She would bless her world with her kind smile and her gentle voice. John Castellenas/Coyote