Forest Lawn! The ancient, beauty-loving Greeks would weave a tale
Of how the goddess Hela had searched out the perfect place
On earth to keep all that is mortal as a special sanctuary
For the soul, 'til Mt. Olympus (Heaven) made new space.
The grass grows green in Forest Lawn - and every tree is evergreen. -
The world's best art is gathered here -
and far removed from strife;
Lovely churches, banked with flowers -
bathed in sunshine - filled with music,
Monument to beauty; symbol of eternal life.
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