Westlawn Cemetery
Blooms of Reflection: Navigating Life's Seasons
Lyrics
I went out walking in a cool September breeze
I took a walk in a refreshing September breeze
By the graveyards in my hometown
Near the cemeteries in my hometown
Tangerine clouds passed the alabaster tombs
Tangerine clouds passed over the white tombs
Of people who figured it out
Tombs of those who understood life
And it got me to thinking how my mother's getting older
I reflect on my aging mother while making her dinner
Now I'm making her dinner at night
Recognizing the irony of loss illuminated by gravestones
And the stones just illuminate the irony of losing
You cannot pretend to escape the inevitability of death
You can't fake getting out alive
Everyday I'm resistant to the permanence of moving
Moving through life's cycles, currents, and tides
Through these cycles, currents, and tides
Loving every aspect of someone who is leaving
Every side of me loves every side of you that's leaving
Recognizing personal growth through change
That's how I know I'm changing this time
Understanding change by loving those who leave
That's how I know I might be changing this time
Sensing personal transformation in progress
It's the Saturday choir of mowers in the yard
Hearing the sound of lawnmowers on a Saturday
And you're digging through your garden designs
Searching through personal garden designs
Tender of the universe, your hands covered in soil
Being a caretaker of the universe, hands covered in soil
Where we all end up down the line
Contemplating where everyone ends up eventually
We'll become the flowers in time
Realizing we all become like flowers over time
We'll become the flowers in time
Anticipating transformation into something beautiful
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