R80

In the city, building are flourishing,
We see them when they die.
And that's it.
Death is hidden, otherwise.

In the countryside, everything is flourishing.
And dies, too.
That's why in the morning, we first count each other.
Almost as if it doesn't matter who died and why.
They simply roll you a few times in their hands.
Then they fetch the spade.
Put you on the bottom of the hole and cover with sand.

Countryside death is not less painful, just because there is so much of it visible.
But whoever dies, gets at least a few farewell tears.