Today at the graveyard,
don't speak yet a sound.
Pay attention to your surroundings,
and what will you find?
Find out the beauty of the great beyond.
But if you must ask,
the things that I found.
I'll tell you.
I heard the chirping of birds,
gloomy bells and the sad mourning caws of ravens.
I tasted the crisp morning air,
felt the moist morning dew.
I smelled the fresh morning air,
mixed with a slight smell of decay.
What did I see you ask?
I saw weathered tombstones both new and old,
fake flowers scattered about.
Now my dear,
it's your turn.
Go out,
then tell me what you found.
