Here you lay, silenced after years of life. You were once strong, healthy, beautiful...
Well, to some eyes, you still are very beautiful, in your own way.
Who were you before? Were you kind? Brave? Stubborn? Wild?
How did you die? I would hope you passed with little pain...
Here you rest, your bones are all that remain of your life. You gave them as a tribute to nature.
How would you like me to reflect? What do you wish for me to do?
You are honored this day, not as one who has lost their life...
...but as one who has become part of the land itself.