Beneath it All

Death lives in my mind like an aquifer
Beneath the surface of verdant lands
Undiscovered and natural
Its reserves untapped the off springs
of the land grow nourished by sun and rain 
Nature makes sense of death
The emotions of those who will survive many
Natural and potentate as the aquifer
Some will be said after we drink
Gratitude some will feel
But the dead are spared
Like an aquifer that lay silent and cool beneath a verdant surface
Nourished by blazing sun and pounding rain
The words now wake within those who survive 
emotional and fueled by libations
 in a drunken like carelessness 
seen sometimes at death 
and sometimes at discovery.