The Wilted Flower, Once A Rose

The Wilted Flower, Once A Rose
Once in love, yet ever so lonely
She lost all hope on a cloudy day
And now the wilted flower lays
A rose with moonlight upon her breast
All the forest weeps for her
Each and every sorrowful tree
And although no tears can revive her
The rose is ever more beautiful
In the silence
And the stillness
Of the night