"Now You're Gone"
I teeny thing I did quickly :)
My smile widened and the rain trickled down my forehead then off of my nose. I crossed my eyes in an attempt to see the small, clear and delicate drops of water fall. The familiar cricket orchestra began to play its only song, as three sparrows fluttered down from a close Elder tree. Under the cover of the many green leaves, the tiny birds were still oblivious to the heavy rain that was pattering to the re-hydrating cracks in the dried muddy ground, only millimeters away from their young beaks. You and I stayed perched, like the hooting night owlets, on our fallen tree.
You always used to make me laugh there; I hugged your jar and one salty tear of mine, joined God's raining down on us. You were getting heavier as tiny parts of God joined you in your jar and your dust became one pure form. With this knowledge, I found the power to let you go and I poured you into the ground with the roses.
I watched springs, summers, autumns and winters; hoping eventually, the roses might bloom. The grandchildren came to see you every week and watered you and gave you strength. So, over the years you finally found the willpower to push through the soil and for the first time since I knew you... You brought the rose bush to life. The flowers were like your way of saying "Join Me". I did. I am now the Elder tree and you are now the roses holding hands, joining forces letting ourselves grow.