Cemetary, So Beautiful

It is ironic how some of the most beautiful places are where the dead rest.

The prettiest place to walk

Is the cemetery down the block

With drooping trees laced heavily

With perfumed blossoms

And pathways worn into the land

For gentle strolling

The green hills are rolling

With its grey dotted Vistage

Of stones marking the spot of burial

Some sad and forlorn

And others well-loved with flowers adorn

Ironic, how the most peaceful spot

Is a place where bodies rot

Though in itself it does make sense

To go to rest in this nature-kissed place

Give them a sacred honored space

To remember the lives they once lived

In this cemetery so green and vivid