What Is Left Behind

A flock of birds

playing, chasing each other

around the limbs of their friend,

the dead tree.

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They whirled around

every inch of every branch

squawking at one another, exclaiming:

"There is happiness here!"

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Leaping from one dead branch to another

the birds climbed higher

and together sang out:

"Our friend left happiness here!"

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Their song rang throughout the forest

and out further – into the world.

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What is left behind when our loved ones leave us? This is a thought I think about often and I believe that if you look through the pain and heartache, you'll see that they left you with happiness and peace.

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