Beyond the garden's
serenade
comes out a voice
still loud
ere to the tunnel of non existence
they shovel

I will all along the length
shall be in smiles
as I leave the roses far behind
lingering in formaldehyde and carnations
or be those lilies

roses red ones will still belong to me
faded petals shall still weep with joy
as these are placed in library shelves
to share the last memorable journey
between you me
and
them
and
all eternity
we will all follow thee
alas unknowingly!!!!