the graveyard

I walk on the dead

Look at how peaceful it is

Underground the bodies laid

With tombstones to say

In hot sun and windy breezes

Of shadows of my own

The open burial ground

Of loved ones gone

I read the inscriptions

It tells about positive signs

Nothing bad I will find

The natural order of life

The dead underground

No use to say about bad

The living much to do

Cultivate the good don't forget to pray