The Graveyard

There's a graveyard outside.

Everywhere the sun shines,

The rain hits,

The clouds cover,

The trees grown,

And the wind blows.

There is life but it does not breathe

Souls without spirit,

Houses with no one home

Ashes, yet not a flame in sight.

The past has buried itself and brought something new.

New is not always dangerous,

But it is all-consuming.

The flames that burned blue only show red,

The trees that flowered all year, are yet to bloom.

The thoughts of good, have been replaced.

It holds all that used to be,

All that is missed