This story about death, and the infinity of life is told in poetry form. It is appropriate for older children, adults, and anyone in between.
Follow the Elephants Never link to a lighthearted (birds-eye) view of a heavy subject.
Soon to be an Illustrated book
“It must be such a burden to bear”
How can this be?
A secret very few know-
My variable angels have no weight
It’s lessons and listening as of late
And I myself sometimes feel to float
Upon the daylight or frozen moat
My voice is a whisper then
And my very being
Do I pretend?
My limb or perhaps an invisible wing
That is- It’s invariably light
But still witness to everything
It is then that-
I can only be seen in the bright rays of the sun
Where chirping, faint barking and awakened rivers run
Not indoors where oxygen is tight
Although I still do fear the black opaque night
Often I’m visited in dreams
It’s either they or I who first arrive
Maybe unaware of the plot
But the background is just so Alive
Feeling a sense of loss
Being as the only one-
I’m here to get things done
Is it a burden?
I say “No”
For maybe she’s meant to share
(This lighthearted Being)
Both what she Saw and
What she is now Seeing.