This is the place we come
to see our fallen sisters and sons
this is the place we contemplate
all the good deeds we have done

This is the place we wear our uniforms proud
where the roar of the cannons is not so loud
this is the place we find our missing
some alive the others earth kissing

Even the trees seem to bow
with tears of sap on tender bark
as we pay our respects in ardent deliveries
in the garden of tranquility

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris