A garden stretched among the field
snow white roses there was to feel
a poem engraved among a stone
"this place to be left forever alone"

walking through the field as the rain began to pour
as light gentle rain the sound i adore
with the cold the rain turns to snow
as the beutiful white roses are covered
now never to show.

as the snow stopped i saw a dove
flying towords me from the grey skies above.
looking down the roses now show
as the leaves turn green so goes the snow

each frozen in their own poses
lies a line of white roses

The End