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 the grass and spin the earth in dizzy
circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing in a
cloud during daytime when they’re supposed to be sleeping. They paint the
rainbows and also the sunsets, make waves and splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. When they sing windsongs
they whisper to us “Don’t miss me too much. The view is nice and I’m doing
fine”.
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