The Words of Cemeteries

Within its gates I heard the sound

Of winds in cypress caverns caught

Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought

To whisper what their roots had found

-George Sterling-

Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time

-Neil Gaiman-

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life

-Anthony Liccione-