Missing You

This is a little private graveyard and sadly it has been neglected, I sometimes wander up there and look out over the wonderful views that stretch out before it. As you can see today the sky is grey and heavy with snow.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with
a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone
around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,
you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.