Art piece poem: The Garden of Death, Hugo Simberg

The Underworld is not without its

Sanctuaries or new, budding life –

Your afterlife can be spent as a

Grower of Beauty in the Garden of Death.

Here the dead bring to life seeds,

Nurse sprouts as they spring forth from

Desolation, surround their plant babies with

Light and shower them with Love – coaxing

Each plant to unveil its bright, splendid colors.

Whispered promises are breathed into each

Petal and leaf – promises of devoted care –

For each gardener knows Death well and would

Choose to blink completely out of existence before

Having to watch innocence wilt under their

Careless fingertips ever again.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Garden_of_Death

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