The Beautiful Cemetery

There is something quite beautiful about the cemetery, that the normal overlook.

How you hear a humming of hauntingly beautiful tunes and drumming in your ears, as you walk through the rows of the forgotten and the envied.  

How the cold, harsh wind wrapped around your body is like a hug from a lost soul.

How the smell of a bouquet of baby’s breath fills your lungs and softens your voice. 

And how the field of stone lays beautifully, yet doesn’t look to be admired.

The cemetery is a reminder, of how there is beauty in everything.

Even death.