Flowerbed In The Mound of Dead

Walking through the mound of dead

I saw a beautiful flower bed.

Amongst the view of the wide gloom,

This spread fragrance wide through its bloom.

I glanced farther wide yet close enough.

I saw a free soul pure enough

To live free still caged in this mound of dead

Where lied my fragnant flower bed.

I felt the pure soul which grew this beautiful flower bed,

I felt the purity it sowed in the soil in this mound of dead.

Beautiful are these flowers so is my soul,

After all these grew from a free pure soul's parole

I never again passed by this mound of dead

Where laid my beautiful flower bed.

But I still say,

"Walking through the mound of dead,

I saw a beautiful flower bed. "