Passage For The Dead

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Passage For The Dead

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Municipality: Gempen
District: Dorneck
Canton: Solothurn
Country: Switzerland
Trees: European beech (Fagus sylvatica)
Season: Autumn
Month: October
Mood: Gloomy and sad
Colours: Brown, green, grey
Depiction: In the eeriness of October’s autumn fog, a beech forest unfolds. A thick mist blurs the forest, imparting an ominous touch to it. The predominant presence of beech trees sets the stage. With the rightmost beech adorned in a melancholy coat of brown leaves. A stark contrast to the greenery of the left bush and the distant background.
The dense and grey fog blurs the beeches in the distance, shrouding them in a creepy haze. The forest floor, too, succumbs to the mist, enveloped in a veil of greyness. An atmosphere of creepiness and spookiness lies in the air. Dull and muted tones make for an uncanny ambience.
This beech forest in October’s fog, a haunting tableau. Brown and green leaves paint a visual narrative obscured by thick mist. The forest evokes trepidation and fascination with the greyness of the fog. Passage For The Dead wanders through eerie depths concealed within misty gloom.

A place to attend for people mourning,
Grieving those who left without forewarning.
Where the bleak memorial ground takes form,
And the spirits of the dead, at last, transform.

Grief and loss on the passage for the dead,
A substantial journey, the living dread.
In the beech forest’s ominous, dire gloom,
Granting crossing to the realm beyond the tomb.

In this peaceful domain, where shadows crawl,
The guardians of the forest stand tall.
A passage for the dead, their final way,
Guided by watchers in a sombre array.

Mourning the departed with heartfelt tales,
Where the attentive trees’ presence prevails.
In a woeful mood, not quite feeling right,
As sorrowful mourners gather and unite.

Through murky veils, where the journey begins,
The old beech trees hum melancholic hymns.
Their gnarled statures, symbols of age and grace,
Guardians of the dead in this silent place.

This farewell site, where sentinels reside,
The cycle, where life and death coincide.
Passage for the dead, their spirits find rest,
In the caress of the beech forest’s behest.