Stellawood cemetry in Durban

In quiet rows where shadows rest,
Beneath the trees, the earth is blessed.
Whispers of stories softly weave,
Memories linger, hearts believe.

Mossy stones with names entwined,
Echoes of love, both lost and kind.
Nature cradles each silent prayer,
In the stillness, souls are there.

Moonlit nights, a gentle sigh,
Stars above in the velvet sky.
In this hallowed ground, we find our way,
In peace, we honor those who stay.