Taps is played on a singular Trumpet as 21 guns sound. A gleaming White stone is set solemnly in the ground. The wind blows through flags that sit high atop silver poles. All is quiet now, as the mourners file away. Flowers adorn the graves of loved ones that have gone away. A lone sentry stands guard over those who are at rest. Their duty done, they gave their all, each life like a precious Rose that shed it's bud in undue season. The blossom of their lives was stricken down to pay freedoms cost you see. Now they lie in silence awaiting another call. All of the brave ones who sacrificed, the precious flowers that lay where the Roses fall.