TO THE DUST I SHALL RETURN

DEATH MUST BE THE SWEETEST OF DREAMS 
FOREVER LAYING IN THE ARMS OF THE EARTH 
BENEATH THE  CHAOS OF LIFE’S TOIL.

ADORNED BY THE QUIET BEAUTY 
OF EDEN’S GARDEN 
CAPTIVATING THE EYES AND THOUGHTS 
OF THOSE LEFT BEHIND.

BUT UNAWARE,
THAT THE LILIES, ROSES,
BLADES OF GRASS AND DAFFODILS 
ARE ALL NOURISHED BY THE SOULS 
THAT SLEEPS 
BENEATH THE NIGHTS SHADOW.

WILFORD BARKER.