There is stillness in the underneath where they sleep, under the soil permeated by the tears of the living who wept and they who still weep. They who are no more were returned to earth’s keep, roses placed upon them lowered into the deep. The depth of love for the dead overflows when tears are shed in the winter and in the spring when roses arise from their slumber. Flowers are taken to the dead where the remnants of them lie; the heavens open and rain falls symbolizing the tears shed when the dead were once alive. They are forever marked upon the loved ones by whom they are survived. Under overcast skies the living kneel and whisper prayers with tears falling from solemn eyes. They eternally sleep, yet in loving hearts they repeatedly arise. In the depths of the souls of those that survive they who sleep repeatedly arise.