I've seen so much beauty in graves

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
A place of absolute peace; where strain and pain -
have no chance to creep through to take space.
Where birds and flowers surround one and fill the place.

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
The yards, the stones, and the engravings;
The shadows of trees, the summer breeze; a home to dead memories.
The chants of the spirits, the chirps of the living birds; rent-free, no need for salaries.
Lay my body there.
Prepare my dwelling; provide me with fresh air.
Decorate my 6-feet space; make me feel at home with flair.
Cover me, please, don’t leave my body bare.
Weep in sorrow; otherwise, just stand there and stare.
Children, leave the body alone, my soul is no longer in there.

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
I've seen my body lay in the grave like a retired slave,
between those who were once family; those who provided me with bread.
I've seen my earthly father lay next to me, no longer sad.
My sister far right and my mother nearer, both looking calm and absolutely dead.
My brother’s head just below my cold feet - rested and glad.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.