Wild gardens

Ashes to ashes, dust till dust. As our souls have passed on, our bodies lie in the ground. Heaven is a musket’s shot away. What ones mattered, now gradually seems more and more trivial. None of us can recall what had troubles us on Earth.

Down on Earth, flowers are starting to take over what ones were our graves. Our memorial stones are like gardens that have been left alone for ages. The memories of us are to be covered in leaves and beautiful flowers. We shall never be forgotten as the words on our tombstones fade away into nothing. As times goes on, our graves are nothing more than a bare stone within a wild garden. We shall never be forgotten. We are nothing more than the memories of us. Though they may be hidden away for ages beneath a pile of wild flowers, the memories of us shall last forever.

However, as my soul drifts away, I know that none of this matters to me. I may be forgotten; I may be remembered. I am nothing but the memory of me. Just like the words on our tombs, the memory of me shall fade away into nothing.

Author function: Romantic Author

Abstract notion: Death

Reflection: I have tried to devalue the abstract notion of death within this piece while keeping the overall tone of the paper rather optimistic as the author function for this piece were romantic author. To me a romantic author is of the same character as the ones from the romantic movement. The topic of life after death and nature are both of great importance to most writers of the romantic movement and that is what I have tried to capture within this piece.

Whenever I think of a romantic author, I think of a person who is in touch with nature which is why nature became such a great part of this piece. If I had chosen another function such as singer, the overall tone of the paper would not have been as cheerful. As I felt compelled to describe death as a natural and peaceful phenomenon when I were to write as a romantic author, I would have addressed the abstract notion of death differently as a singer. For example, while describing death, nature would not have had such a great part.