Valley Chapel Grave

I sought the meadow for its grace a chapel in a wooded glen the quiet spirit of the place protected me from grief within but grief is never far away for life is frail and breath is weak I would return another day to garner all that I might seek still here today I did behold a single rose upon a grave a story that has grown too old for one who died so young and brave the rose was freshly laid today the soldier's grave was far from new the widow's hair had turned to gray her tears comingled with the dew and yet I sensed she was at peace as time was drifting on the wind and soon her grief would find release when she would hold him once again