Ghost

Sun dress, Flower in her hair
Feels the warmth of the air
But he's unaware that she's only filled with dispair  

She sits with care in that old rocking chair
And he can't help but stare
Hearing the shrinking and wear and tear of the old oak wood
He stood as she slowly disappeared
No longer there tears fell onto his beard

Sun dress, Flower in her hair
A beautiful wife, no other could compare.