Happiness After Death

Happiness After Death

Once air had filled her lungs
She could feel the sun upon her face
The sweet melody of birds would often reach her ears
Wet grass would tickle her toes
As sand would cake them
Water slipping through her hands
Roses adoring her red fiery hair
Many a man came a courting her
Wanting to make her their bride
But after her horse bucks and tosses her
Ending her short sweet life
She lies pondering as they bury her six feet below
Is there Happiness After Death?
This she is dying to know