Winds of Heaven

The winds of Heaven blew away the petals of orchids as they lay by the stone so grey and cold embodying a spirit unable to hold- the winds of Heaven dry my face and lift my skirt of hard, black lace purchased for this solemn day, a memory that won't decay. The winds of Heaven dance around and playfully carry of of the sound of those who loved and those who knew the Heavenly person that was you. So stay right here, right with this stone, so that your legacy may always be shown, by the light of the Sun felt by all seven and the continuous, graceful winds of Heaven.