Standing tall and proud amongst the
Stones of remembrance, stands a lone
Symbol of life.
Ever watching, the mourners at their
Vigils, and the uneasy spirits that
Lurk the night.
She watches, steadfast and earnest as
The arrivals are fitted within their
For each body placed into that hallowed
Ground, she adds a bud of new life, showing
That death isn't the end.
She stands there as a reminder, that life
Never leaves, that all must come full circle,
And that spirits fill the trees.
Do not despair, but turn your eyes to its
Leaves, and though as the body rots away
The blossoms never die.