Is that a white flag that flutters?
Rose as the rosy thrilling air
Unbeknownst of Life, he stutters
Resisted naught, Death left him there.
Ocean of faces fell in ravine
Young as he was by the sign of day
His flag is now resting in the hands of the Queen
As one last breath taking the colors of May.
All of his dreams are now seeded plants
Lonely yet loved by what cannot speak
A promise Life made and that\'s all that She grants
A flag with his name on the world\'s highest peak.