The cycle

Someday, I will go back from where ever it is a came from. I will fly away towards the heavens, deploying slowly to uncover new skies as we put me to rest. I will be in a new part of the never-ending cycle, amongst the world as a different type of energy. Dancing with time through the grandiose trees, the gorgeous flowers of all colors and the passionate courant of the waves. Wherever you chose to see beauty and grace, I will be there. We will all be. And together, we will be right there, looking over you, praying for you, holding your hand. The dead will always be missed, but they are never truly gone.