When
somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to
tell God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a
silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People disappear,
but
they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and
spin the earth in
crazy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a
cloud
during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows
and
also
the
sunsets
and make waves splash
and
tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when
they sing wind songs, they whisper to us,
"Don't miss me
too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine."
Author
Unknown
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