I wandered down a lonely path,
Where fallen leaves softly crunched beneath my feet.
I walked across the shrubs and trees,
And felt them looking at me.

The flowers nodded, their gentle sway
A welcoming bow to me.
A sense of peace took flight,
As the gentle breeze whispered, "You are home."

The dew from the flowers and leaves fell like tears,
Crying on my behalf, sharing in my grief.
I'd never been...