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