When I first walked into the cemetery
I was not only saddened by my friend's burial
But, by the number of souls buried beneath the earth
I imagined their last breathe
How their nose tried to grasp the air
How they choked to death, by oxygen they struggled for.
How their pupil, rolled to white eyes
How their spirit felt sad, to leave the body
How they were hurt, to leave their family behind
It was a quiet and a green place
You can hear the wind, passing by
Reminding you, they are always around us
With the dark, green, color of the grass
Shows that they have rest in peace
The soil is filled with tears and grief
That is why we leave flowers behind
To blossom, and bring joy where there is none
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