Thanatopsis

This poem was about death and how nature can unite people with it. The first sentence was talking about how nature steals peoples said thoughts. When people go outside, it takes away all of their unhappy thoughts/ideas and makes them happy again. When death comes, you become one with nature. Nature grows over your grave. Nature is the best place to be buried, and death occurs in everyone so it makes every one equal. Even though death is an unhappy thought to many, nature beautifies it. The celestial bodies are watching over the dead, and the people on earth are outnumbered by those buried underneath them. I thought this poem was very sad, and strange. I found it extremely wierd how they kept saying that nature makes death pretty.