A cemetery is a garden.
When evening’s darkness arrives,
the very essence of intrinsic nature uniquely steps forward.
Flowers turn, curtsy to each other.
Elegant petals express their joy, good cheers, love of life.
Moonbeams are in a carousel motion
like a Merry-Go-Round,
dancing in swirly-gig gyrations,
synchronized like gears of a clock.
A glowing moonlit garden is transformed into a fantasy Disneyland.
A clock is ticking.
With dawn’s brilliant light triumphantly breaking through,
a moonlit garden goes to sleep.
In the moonlit night she will dance again.