The Cemetery

Here, they sleep

Freedom from the troubles of living

Close to those that left before them

Welcoming those that have followed

In peace

In this restful place

Surrounded by the wooded hills of youth

Serenity is everlasting

Broken only by the chattering of squirrels

The summer song of birds

They have no need for dreams

In their silent world

Trees and grasses dance in unison

Upon a soft summer breeze

I can feel their happiness

There is no sorrow

Here they slumber

Perhaps one day soon…

So shall I

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