Peaceful, yet haunting.
Thinking of all the souls, they wander.
beneath my feet sit the bodies,
in which they once used as vessels.

All the lives, lived.
Yet some wasted.
So many pieces of stone,
held down by earth, on which,
we have all walked.
All wished to see more of.
But yet most of us,
haven't sought out the things,
outside of our comfort zones.

Cars pass by, slowly.
seeking out the names,
of whom they hold dear.
Of whom who have told stories,
and touched souls.
Only to then move on,
and let them wish for
just another second,
of the presence of the person,
who they had to let go.

The strong sense of presence
follows me,
as the leaves and dead bark,
crunch under my feet.
It's slightly depressing. But calm.
The earth around me so alive.
Yet this presence, is something less.
I feel myself being entwined,
with the ever growing sadness.
And for now I know,
I have had enough of death.

It's time to join the living yet again.