Since my father died I look at graveyards differently . On a sunny Spring morning it reminded me of William Wordsworth poem “I wandered Lonely as a cloud” and it took my breath away. I almost felt I was in a heavenly spiritual garden.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.