Ruby danced to the waltz of the Rose.
Shattered Moonlight casting light on thorns.
So too does the evening sun cast its rays,
on grass blades spanning winds from distant days.
She sings to the moving petals in perfect prose.
The memory of a crimson cloak that adorns.
So too does Mountain Glenn hum,
A tune so sweet and yet so glum.
She weeps sometimes in the meadows.
the comforting embrace beckons, yet mourns.
So too do the rivers flow,
To where the Silver-Eyed girl will always go.
She returns to the Island where only she knows,
where the flowers of joy's past grows.
So too does the evening dew on the Rose,
Drip like the tears on Ruby's nose.
At the resting stone,
on the Island alone,
where once a happy family throve,
at Summer's seaside resting grove.