The crows have landed on someone’s grave

With a rope and a black knapsack in their beak

I think they have arrived to kidnap a spirit

Its chances were looking pretty bleak

 

However I think the crows are new to the job

For the preparations had started an hour ago

“We shall lift the tombstone and jump the spirit”

Said crow number 1 to the second crow

 

I lay their gaped, this was a beautiful scene

God unravels his leela so ironically

The tombstone was lifted and what did the crows see?

There was no one inside, quite to the contrary

 

A bugul was sounded, flowers sprouted around the grave

I couldn’t believe my gifted eyes, To my eyes I lay a knave

I rushed to the grave, the crows petrified fluttered away

And on the epitaph I read astray:

 

“To my late daughter, you couldn’t have been braver 

 I cried every time they burdened you with inexplicable labour

Rest my Darling, you’ll be joining me soon, what a great favour
Rest my Darling,  the world shall know you as Mother Nature.

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