Sunday, September 24, 2006


As I reach the depths of my soul
I come across an emerald valley
And look for a place to rest my head
For weary am I from my journey

I find amidst the flow'r-capped hills
And meadows ever gently rolling
A tree that shared my weathered look
There will I find my comfort waiting

Upon the ground, moss grown and soft,
The body I have nurtured now lies
And free from anger, strife and pain
Receives my loved ones' mournful cries

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