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 the daytime 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"
Post je objavljen 16.02.2008. u 22:53 sati.