On the ground beside a very tiny grave grew a small flower, grew all alone.
Then one day not so very long ago sparrows came and took the flower 
              and flew away.

In the air around a very tiny grave flew a yellow wasp, flew all alone.
Watching the sun grow grass on the gravestone, covering the words 
              but we know wasps can't read.

In the air above a very tiny grave blew the north wind, blew all alone.
Bringing the snow to level the earth so no one will know 
              that there ever was a grave.

In the ground below a very tiny grave lay a small child, lay all alone.
Welcoming weather coming to take her grave back to the place 
              where she had come from.