A Summer Rose. Jim McIntosh.
In the blackest vale of sadness
I saw a faded Summer Rose
How it came to be so lonely
no one ever truly knows.
On the darkest pool of water
its reflection lost its glow
Our hands reached out to comfort
while our tears began to flow.
How can a flower become so faded?
Could we ever know
how lost a Summer Rose was feeling
that this Rose decided to go?
While our Summer Rose was fading
our teardrops fell upon the Rose
But whilst they fell like streams of water
our tears could not revive our Rose.
There is a garden up in Heaven
at the end of life's pathway
where Angels gather all the lonely roses
and place them in a grand bouquet.
Rest in peace, Summer Rose.
In the blackest vale of sadness
I saw a faded Summer Rose
How it came to be so lonely
no one ever truly knows.
On the darkest pool of water
its reflection lost its glow
Our hands reached out to comfort
while our tears began to flow.
How can a flower become so faded?
Could we ever know
how lost a Summer Rose was feeling
that this Rose decided to go?
While our Summer Rose was fading
our teardrops fell upon the Rose
But whilst they fell like streams of water
our tears could not revive our Rose.
There is a garden up in Heaven
at the end of life's pathway
where Angels gather all the lonely roses
and place them in a grand bouquet.
Rest in peace, Summer Rose.