It's funny that a person can live their whole life in one place and on that morning when that person passes away the place of their birth remains the same? Life is solely for the living with the dead succumbed to mere memory to the people left behind left to mourn their passing. The still air seems colder and life doesn't seem as fruitful as it once was. Mother Earth mourns everyday for her fallen children but no one hears her cry.. Shadowed by the sounds of horns, engines and the living. People pause for the while, The dead stay silent and the life of our planet goes on.