Garden view.

When the silence calls
in the form of tears
And the look that you now call the years
Is worn upon that timely face, hidden smiles
for life's embrace

Shall the tears be joy or sorrow, when you meet the Lord to borrow
A lasting breath but one

Last kiss, 

In all the days, tomorrow miss

Having surrendered to the garden view, rose petals and scented hue

A journey only you can make, a touch of heaven
Where angels wake

And sleep there forevermore".