The graveyard is so peaceful, and the headstones nice to read
They tell the story of the lives of those now underneath
Of love and heartfelt feelings from people far and wide
And most of all how they recall, the person deep inside
A visit to this place of rest is soothing for us all
A sort of meditating place, where lost souls can recall
The times spent with their loved ones, memories of a past
When love was everything to them, and how time moved so fast
To sit alone in silence, as the morning haze swept by
And watch as skylarks sang above, amongst the light blue sky
To speak in little whispers to the people down below
And stare across the landscape, at a morning’s blissful glow
Where should we go when nothing seems to matter anymore?
To share our thoughts with someone who is underneath the floor
Beneath a grass so green and a clear and present day
Where better than the graveyard, where your loved one’s gone to stay?
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I would like to translate this poem