The smooth stones skip across the deep blue lake.
Mossy branches fall down in the forest.
A new flower, springs to life from the fertile earth.
As breath stops, time keeps ticking.
When the heart dies, the world keeps turning.
The end for some, is a new beginning for others.
It may feel like your grave has been dug up,
but you must always remember this:
Stop,
smile,
smell the flowers,
cry,
keep marching.