A Woman Singing

I heard a woman singing on the morning air, her song was one of sadness of sorrow and despair. She had lost a daughter her husband had gone as well, what had been a family life was now an empty shell. Her life of perpetual darkness was not the life she'd planned, desolation and emptiness in a kind of no man's land. I heard her voice this morning she was happy I could tell, I think she'd said good-bye to Earth or at least a fair-thee-well. Her voice was as soft as a crystal bell, it came from high above me the direction I could not tell. Then her voice was leaving on the morning breeze, that ruffled the meadow grass and whispered in the trees. These few lines are just a figment of my poetic mind.