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 supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunset, 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 fine.”
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Hi - Did you write that, it’s lovely. x
Hi Viv3
No, I didn’t write it, it’s by someone named Ashley.
I found it on the internet and thought it was lovely and wanted to share it.
I have found lots of beautiful poems on there.
x
It really is. Thanks for sharing it.