The Grave

I stood by the grave as a gentle, summer rain began to fall...

I stood there; lost in my thoughts...Remembering... Reminiscing...

The increasing rain washed me from my trance, reminding me I was alive...

Death seems so easy and lazy as the living are forced to breathe in large quantities of reality...

I suppose being above ground has its advantages, but on occasion, I envy those that lie beneath us...