The Yellows on Boughs
She placed her prayers on blooming boughs,
Passed them softly with loving vows,
She praised their glow in golden rows,
Where sunlight sleeps on petals’ brows.
They grew in grace, in gentle hue,
Fed by hope and morning dew,
Each blossom swore the skies above
To live long lives of light and love.
No wilted dreams on careless ground,
No broken gold in grief be found,
Let beauty stay where it is grown,
And crown the branches, not the stone.
Before she weaves her farewell wreath,
Before she rests in quiet beneath,
Let flowers dance in joyful breath,
And bloom beyond the reach of death.
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