Stone gray

geese still fly
in skies stone gray

over lines aligned
with stones of gray

the fields of faded
grass and pain

from stone gray
clouds falls the rain

on lives etched
in stones of gray

to broken soil
it finds its way

upon hearts torn
between life and death

upon thoughts of
those in last of breath

upon parent's grief
and child's why

upon the anguished
from the stone gray sky

where geese have
risen high and flown

and children wait
for their flight home

but the wind of
change has blown

the Earth has
taken back its own

and laid those
who have gone away

in gardens made
of stones of gray