The fields once filled with such wholesome color, now floods with dimming sadness.
The sky casts over in a deep sarrow filled black, even the heavens cry on such a day.
The meadow which once held such magnificent and pure beauty has perished with the absence of a teammate, friend and brother.
But one day the meadow will bloom again with the tears of God and his grieving children.
Then the meadow can be seen, once more, as a place of peace, joy and warmth.
Till the I shall gaze at the star filled sky with the memories of yesterday.