On the platinum sand,
A gull stands to cry,
The beautiful seunset
Passing him by.
Ignorant to the world,
Alone in his grief,
The seagull flies
In his beak
I tropical wreath.
On the old man's grave
In the dark,
The shadows
The colors of the flowers as stark as golden arrows.
The seagull sobbed
Humpelbien was his name
For this is were
His friend is lain,
The man that nursed him
Back to health
And helped him gain
His former wealth.
Humpelbien weeps
Until sunleight
Creeps to warm the grave
But
not
his
heart.
