I hate to be abrupt but I am glad,
Greenness bursts forth and the sun shines so bright.
When the world is happy, why are you sad?
Strangers and friends ask if you are all right.
The daisies pop up and their sweet smell spreads,
Tickling your nose like a strong sweet cologne.
They flourish from what lies under their beds.
I’d like to tell you that you’re not alone.
The stones vines grow on are old, cracked, and gray.
What the plants don’t obscure are names and dates,
So old that you cannot tell what they say.
But you remember someone who is late.
As you sit in the old empty churchyard,
Think of good times, when it wasn’t so hard.