Why is everything so much prettier in a graveyard?
Flowers smile,
But no one speaks
It's like a warm fever that washes over your body whilst you sleep.
Why is everything much more quiet in a graveyard?
I can't hear the wind rustle through the trees
Then again,
I can't feel the wind brush my cheeks.
Why is everything so much brighter in a graveyard?
The sun shines so warm against the creek
The glowing water,
It runs so swiftly above where the people sleep.
Why is everything so much prettier in a graveyard?
Flowers smile,
But no one speaks.
