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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 windsongs, they whisper to us,

"Don't miss me too much. The view is nice, and

I'm doing just fine."

-Ashley Rice

The Hopi Prayer

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am sunlight on the ripened grain

I am the Autumn's gentle rain

When you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds circled in flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die.

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