My dearest friend,
I pray this finds you well.
I know of a place that you might like;
It is truly wondrous.

This garden.
Have you heard of it?
I doubt so.

The grass is greener and the air cleaner
With none to spoil nature’s design
It’s alluring, tempting, to pay a visit
Yet no people are in sight
Where have they gone?
Do the animals hide?
Nay, this is how it has always been
It is, my friend,
The garden of the dead

Step forth,
And there you’ll remain
A permanent resident,
Of a most precious Kingdom.
I’ll meet you there; when you’re ready.
In case you haven’t heard the news,
I am already dead,
My dearest friend.


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