A lonley corpse sat by his grave waiting for a visitor. He searched high and low for a loved one, a friend, really anyone that could give him company, but no one came to see him.

Day after day he sat and waited for his companion, but once the sun set, he wept for his broken heart. The ground, soaked in his tears, was still damp by morning time.

One bright spring morning as he emerged to sit atop his grave, he noticed a bed of delicate colours around him. Where the stocky brown tree roots covered the ground and the thick fog hung low, beautiful flowers beamed back and filled the air with their exquisite perfume.

Despite his sorrow and the dull ache he had come to know so well, he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he became smitten with this unbelievable sight.

He then took his usual seat on his grave and was filled with a new knowing that every tear he shed had in lieu brought him a new stem of hope.