Where we’ve got it all wrong,
Is that we grieve at the graves,
Spaces void of life and vibrancy,
We immerse ourselves in the loneliness.

We ought to grieve in the sunshine,

Allow the light to drive out the bitterness,
Be nourished by Earth in mind and soul,
Tussle in the prism of nature and beyond.


We ought to grieve in spaces teeming with being,
Gardens so rich and freeing that you know life doesn’t require seeing.
For in these spaces the clouds break and the rains fall gentle,
Where healing hills soothe the ache and it doesn’t feel as detrimental.