White flowers

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.