LostSole
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Amid the dawn's first gentle light,
The landscape holds a sacred sight.
Beneath the oaks that softly shade,
Where loved ones' souls are gently laid.
The park unfolds, serene and green
An earthly grace in light pristine.
The keepers toil with steady care,
Trimming paths with quiet flair.
With hands that shape in silent grace,
Imbuing peace in every space.
Each stone and plot, a story keeps,
Of lives well-loved, in peace, they sleep.
Laughter in memories, a soul's reprieve,
A place of calm for those who grieve.
Thanks to those who tend with pride,
In humble silence, with care as guide.
Ensuring each departed soul,
—Embraced by earth—
Rests peaceful and whole.
The landscape holds a sacred sight.
Beneath the oaks that softly shade,
Where loved ones' souls are gently laid.
The park unfolds, serene and green
An earthly grace in light pristine.
The keepers toil with steady care,
Trimming paths with quiet flair.
With hands that shape in silent grace,
Imbuing peace in every space.
Each stone and plot, a story keeps,
Of lives well-loved, in peace, they sleep.
Laughter in memories, a soul's reprieve,
A place of calm for those who grieve.
Thanks to those who tend with pride,
In humble silence, with care as guide.
Ensuring each departed soul,
—Embraced by earth—
Rests peaceful and whole.
