Finality

Sweet smell of earth freshly turned over in which I lie below in damp darkness. Eyes, once needful, eternally asleep. The Holly tree that thrived throughout the years grows green and strong; I have no need of it. (nor do I remember it) in the place where I have gone. The silentness of voiceless nights, I cannot comprehend. nor a Robin's tune in leafy tree; or the song sung by a warm and gentle breeze. Plant lillies on my mound if you choose. It matters not to me. I remain alone, no one to hold or comfort me. winter, spring, summer, fall- now all the same to me.