a cloud turns into an angel,
and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry.
but they never really go away.
The spirits up there
put the sun to bed,
wake up grass,
and spin the earth
in dizzy circles.
in a cloud during the day-time,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
the sunsets and make waves splash
and tug at the tide.
and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs,
they whisper to us,
don't miss me too much.
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