Today it was bright and the sun shone above The sky was an azure blue And the breeze from the east made a low hallowed sound as it blew all the leaves to their demise on the ground
From where I was sitting not a cloud was in view And yet a warm, wet rain hit the earth all anew The colors of springtime from purple to pink, seemed all faded and worn and a bit out of sync
There was a scent on the air of which I must say was like the rotting of flesh and of sleep out on the grass, while a sweet melody sort of just drifted past From where I was sitting I could see all who came
And they saw through me, my sorrow and shame There was gray slabs of nothingness scattered around Each encrypted a message so worldly profound And the blooming decorum was a sight to behold,
each a symbol of love to the memories untold And alas, a millipede on a road newly paved was the last thing I saw from the view at my grave
