Tombstone
A heavy cloud
A gentle mist
A grassy hill by sunlight kissed
A man knelt down
Before an upright stone
Hands clasped tight
Sadness shone
A glimmering tear
Fallen to the ground
A horse in wait that makes no sound
The birds are silent
As if out of respect
The willow by the pool, the man's eyes reflect
The grass on the ground
And the clouds in the sky
Weighed down, dark with moisture
As if they might cry
Cursed is the world, plagued by sin
For man lives upon it
And is buried within.