My condolences to the grief friend

Mother Earth is cradled,
fatherland sacrifice
from the cradle to take.
It is a part of the mother's cry,
complain when a child
distance between the ice.
There is hardly any consolation,
he falls into hibernation.
Familiar with the world
gauze inside the dearth of living.

Lull now, the Daughter of grain,
I like the end of the arms of the
flame of life fled away.

The point is the funeral,
grief to build a bridge
over the black veil.