My Beautiful Cemetery

This not so morbid cemetery, with its alive colorful flowers placed everywhere, is a beautiful and peaceful place to be. The morning dew brings the smell of freshly cut grass to my nostrils. The soft chirps of the birds in the morning, making sounds that soothe the heart so graciously. A place where the air is so crisp, the smell of it makes you yearn for more. At nighttime the nocturnal owl comes out to rest on a tree branch, with those dark eyes, so fixed to the world that no move escapes them.  This cemetery is a place of rest, comfort, and peace. At times this might be considered a dreadful place to be, but to me it is a place of bittersweet beauty. It only takes one second to stand and gaze upon it's beauty it has to offer. Your eyes stare into the sky and wonder,  "why didn't I know such a place existed?" 


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