The cemetery trees growing beside the 'serene', the chaos of this A. D. reduced by the green, there is still air all around me and oh! How cold it is, I wonder why death is all around me yet I feel so alive yes I feel the bliss, The 'crosses' marking all the graves, what a great story behind just the numbers (I thought to myself) each one gave, Yet again my mind drifts back to those trees, bringing the dead back to life - I guess it feels something like 'still' breeze
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