Fields of white flowers,
too many to count
When the weather is dry,
the flowers die out
Water covers their leaves,
in a blanket they drown
water that seeps in,
They are far from safe
The weight of the petals,
Are now slowly loosing faith
One by one they all fall off,
leaving only empty space
Existence will stain,
oh how it will stain
All the flowers are gone
And nothing remains
Like the blood of our loved ones,
gone like the rain.