Beyond the trees and across the road, <br />There is the place of the loved ones, <br />The dearly departed of the heart, <br />Fathers, mothers, daughters and sons, <br /> <br />The gray stones that stand unanswering, <br />When the lonely come to ask advice. <br />The reasons they must weep into the night, <br />And through the vains blood flows like ice. <br /> <br />Silent are the dead that sleep eternal sleep, <br />And we shall join them by and by, <br />When beyond the trees we cross the road, <br />As life departs and we must die. <br /> <br />All who stand and stare in disbelief, <br />When loved ones move forward into light, <br />Must do the same as time rolls on ahead, <br />The struggle ends and we succumb to night. <br /> <br />So dry the eyes and still the sobbing voice, <br />For we would not stand before the gate, <br />The land ahead is far and wide and long, <br />And they have all the time they need to wait.<br /><br />Sidney Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-the-trees/
