The urn leaves ...

The urn leaves . .
It knows no past and has but one future,
to merge with the infinite.

The urn leaves . .
It wraps idyllic memories in its belly,
and parts with the somber reminiscences in our hearts.

The urn leaves . .
It overhears all the commiserations and whimpers,
and makes peace with its eternal darkness.

The urn leaves . .
It bids farewell to the loved ones,
and embraces the sight of our ancestors.

The urn leaves . .
It knows no past and has but one future,
to merge with the infinite.