i flew over the mountain
found a peaceful land
of flower and vegetable gardens and
gentle, kind creatures
when i grew old and died
my body floated up and away
and turned into a rainbow
my daughter shed tears of happiness
that turned into a crystal clear creek
all the creatures turned to drink from it
my grey hair had been cut
wispy and bright,
it was woven into jewelry
to be worn for generations
p.s. yeah i can get a little hippy dippy sometimes, but so what? it makes me feel good...
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