Names

words by Erin Grace Burnie

Location

Section: W
Row: 2
Plot: 5
Suffix: A

Inscription

The trees are orange and golden yellow. The leaves reach out to us as though they are childrens' tiny hands asking us to join them in their dance of beauty, of freedom. Luscious green fields that flow, wave me in, I want to dance. He who made this is great, the love I feel to have this here for me. Splattered colours, of nature's portrait.
Erin Grace Burnie