She takes photos of flowers in graveyards and no one knows the difference;

they love them no matter.

Flowers never mind where they grow,

be it

a graveyard

a crack in the pavement

a mountain side or a field,

as long as their roots are nourished.

And the sun still shines

and the rain still wets

and wind still blows without pause where

dead people lie.

no fear of life or death;

so the flowers grow and she still

goes and sees that beauty and peace

Abide within.