COLD CREEPS SLOWLY,UP-AHEAD.
THIS BEAUTY THAT WILL SOON BE DEAD.
WATCH AS FALL,WITHERS HER GRACE.
SOON SLEEPS SILENTLY IN HER PLACE.

THOUGH COLOUR FADES,HER BEAUTY NONE.
NOW SO TIRED,SOON TO-BE GONE.
LOOK AT HER THERE,HER LAST DAY.
WATCH HER NOW,AS SHE PASSES-AWAY.