Lovely flowers adorn my bed where I lay to rest,
some are blue, while others are red.
My blanket is those thick green grasses
that kiss the flowers that adorn my bed.
And though my room is dark and cold,
above me stands a pillow where my name is carved -
a name not all may remember but some will do.
But as they lay with me too, I may soon be forgotten
in this bed adorned with flowers where I came to rest.