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 day-time, when they’re suppose 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.
1 comment:
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 day-time,
when they’re suppose 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
Post a Comment