Sad Flowers

 

God calls on the dawn to wake the earth, but a shroud hovers as the sun tries to illuminate the land. Saddened spirits are in disrepair – only prayer and our Father can bless the wounded military. I meander up a lazy lane as the early rays break through the branches of the grim darkness. Headstones stand lined at attention for the many memories of men and women who gave proudly to their country. To think of the bloodshed where no one won! Their names inscribed on a slab of marble causes horrific pain. I humbly salute these honorable soldiers.