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 world 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 on a cloud
in the daytime
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and the sunsets
and make the waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs,
they whisper to us,
don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.