During your last sleep,
You will forever look at the sky.
Yet you will continue to watch your loved ones,
As life goes by.
That certain acorn tree will shade you,
As the apricot tree grows from shed tears.
Your flat ground will still live always,
into an even bigger hill from upset emotions.
Your home will never be empty,
It'll only get bigger as the memories live on
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