I am intrigued by cemetery trees. The concept of life springing forth from a place of finality fosters a certain hope within my soul. To go to a place built upon death, and to see such beautiful testaments to the unstoppable force that is nature…that is nothing short of wondrous. Trees in the cemetery stand strong and solid, reminding us that life will, in fact, go on. It will always find a way. When I stand alone in a cemetery, I often close my eyes and listen to the breeze rustling the branches. I feel like, in some way, perhaps the deceased are speaking to me.
“It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson