A Field Called Cemetery

A field where the departed rest, Some have toiled on this earth and given their best. We bring flowers as we mourn for those we've lost, Grieving deeply, our hearts feel its cost. A field where silence drowns the noise of the day, The soul has passed through the last door, answering the call to obey. There’s a gentle ease as night begins to unfold, Where the complexities of daylight no longer take hold. A field that tells a story, It reminds us of our fleeting glory. We learn to cherish every passing hour, For soon, moments fade like a withering flower. A field where the lost and the cherished are laid, Their beauty may fade, but their spirits won’t evade. A field for the young and for those who are old, A field for the lost, the brave, and the treasures untold.