person holding yellow and white flowers

Flowers by the bench

Flowers by the bench as the river wends,
the river wends its way through the trees,
for in its beauty it is so wild and free,
and the river it calls to you and the river it calls to me,
and how gently,
how gently as the flowers lay upon the bench the river wends,
the river wends its way through the trees,
and it flows past the Church under the sun,
and the bluest of skies as a light and a gentle breeze,
it blows with such a delicate ease,
and in its elegance the river flows as the flowers sit in memory upon the bench,
in memory of those who once lived,
and who sat here in conversation about the beauty of the world,
and who in wonder looked at the beauty of the things that they could see,
for nature is eternal and incredible in its tenacity and in its beauty,
for in its beauty what finer a thing could there be,
what finer a thing to celebrate the loss of a loved one,
for how well nature it celebrates the life that was once lived,
by living in its many variations and in its spectacularity,
and how tenderly it honours thee,
for it honours the loved and the departed with these flowers,
these flowers that have been placed upon the bench to commemorate your memory,
and how many colours there are in the flower’s elegance,
and how beautiful are the pleasures in them and the smell of the scents,
and how fresh are they and the memories of the loved and the departed,
and how great it is to celebrate a loved one’s life amongst the nature that they loved,
yes, as the river wends its way gently through the trees,
and as the river it flows past the Church,
under the sun and in the bluest of skies as a light and a gentle breeze,
it blows with such a delicate ease and it whispers,
it whispers to me as you the loved and the departed are remembered in this place,
remembered in this beauty that surrounds me,
for here where I now sit as you used to sit the river flows in its glorious nature,
for you are at peace amongst the Earth that buried you after death,
yet in death,
you are still celebrated by the living and by the Earth,
for the Earth with great passion celebrates you and your memory,
and it celebrates you through its creations of such elegance,
for in its delicacies how magical and how great are they,
and how beautiful the light of inspiration,
the light that lights the eyes with the splendorous visions of nature seen,
and what better to remember you than in the colours and in the fragrances of the world,
for from the Earth you came,
and here upon the bench as the flowers lay,
you will be remembered as the river flows and you will be remembered at the passing of the day,
and you will be remembered at the passing of the night,
and you will be remembered in nature and in words,
and you will be remembered under sunny skies and upon cloudy days,
and you will be remembered under the heavens as the stars give off such magnificent effervescence,
and you will be remembered as the stars that linger in your vision long after they have departed,
and so too will the memory of you in the minds of your loved ones stay,
and though I do not know you,
I will think of you as the river wends its way,
it wends its way through the trees,
and you will be remembered forever in the Earth amidst the nature and its glorious creations where you lay.

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