Blossom and Bone

Under the soil;
You lay under the soil surrounded by the sounds of insects moving and water soaking into the soil.

Under the soil, there is a wooden box.
You lay in the wooden box with roses that once blossomed and bloomed, yet now the roses lay in petrified pieces upon your chest.

Under the soil alone:
You remain perfect in your chest of what once bloomed so beautiful and bright.

Under the soil, you are blossom and bone;
You remain silent and still as the stars and the moon sing their song to you.