Flowerbed In The Mound of Dead
Flowerbed In The Mound of Dead
Walking through the mound of dead
I saw a beautiful flower bed.
Amongst the view of the wide gloom,
This spread fragrance wide through its bloom.
I glanced farther wide yet close enough.
I saw a free soul pure enough
To live free still caged in this mound of dead
Where lied my fragnant flower bed.
I felt the pure soul which grew this beautiful flower bed,
I felt the purity it sowed in the soil in this mound of dead.
Beautiful are these flowers so is my soul,
After all these grew from a free pure soul's parole
I never again passed by this mound of dead
Where laid my beautiful flower bed.
But I still say,
"Walking through the mound of dead,
I saw a beautiful flower bed. "