Mountain Rose

The screams, heard in silence,
Seen for but a moment,
Then gone again, like they were never there.
Brought down by the winds,
All sound faded away.

Gone, were the anguished cries,
Of the bonnie mountain rose.

Hidden beneath the empty lies,
But fro the ashes she starts to rise,
Calling out.
No-one sees her, not today, not yet,
But the truth has yet to reveal itself.
The silent screams of the mountain rose,
Will soon come to the light.
Until then she remains in the dark,
Struggling away from the night.