The Cacophony of Flowers and Death

Fields of flowers.

The sweet smells of boundless flowers.

Wafts over the corpses of the deceased.

Butterflies of all colors fly around and on the corpses crating an abstract with an red background.

The sun brilliantly shines down on the ground creating a serene atmosphere, the corpses of soldiers lay decomposing.

Even if all the corpses are murderers, did they all deserve to die?

Who gets to decide that?

Even if we do not respect them,

At least nature does by returning them to where they were before.