The reddest rose and whitest lily,
Are bound in a bouquet,
Beside the daisies and baby's breath,
Upon a lid, they lay.
They hide away the pain and grief,
That cuts the heart so deep,
The flowers celebrate a happy life,
While family mourn and weep.
Nothing can mask the death of love,
But the violets help ease the pain,
'Cause the beauty of nature mimics his soul,
A vessel is all that remains.
Do not cry in this sad time,
Though your heart is hurt and torn,
Just be at peace in knowing that,
In nature, he is reborn.