One fall Day, as I walk where I may
I spied a maiden fair, on gilded horn did play
Songs and Hymns worthy
Only of the King Bee
Her Flaxen Locks sparkled, glittered
Her notes shimmering, shouting but in a whispered
Colorful chromatics floated around her
A rainbow bridge to the heart of her allure
Rosy cheeks warmed by the Autumn sun
Cascade, cadenza, she was done
As the last note left her lips
I saw a sadness by which a soul is ripped
She lay upon the dewy grass,
Hands rested on her call of brass
Tears streaming down.
A Mouth meant for smiles, filled only by frowns
I ask her a question,
She does not answer
She only reaches further
For a shoulder to cry on
Inaudible sobs, unknowable reasons
Still, wracked by grief, sitting for hours
As the sun sets upon the green,
Her beauty is all that is seen
When the tears dried
Hiccups, sobs subside
All she has left to say is
Thank You.