She used to dance around the yard, <br />and get lost within her songs. <br />Until her life did turn for hard, <br />and everything went wrong. <br />Now she's settled in the deep, <br />and darkness of the earth. <br />Yet every spring awakens new, <br />the roses from her dirt. <br />More lovely now than was before, <br />more smiles by passerby's. <br />She lays alone in peaceful calm, <br />no more tears she cries...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-tears-she-cries/
