Do not come to my grave when I die. I will not be there to see you.
You will find me in the sunshine and snowflakes that gently caress your face. You will see me in the crack of thunder, lightning, storms and the twinkling stars in space.
You will find me in the whisper of all trees that are cut down. You will see me in the whimpering eyes of all animals killed for fun.
You will find me in the fire that burns and destroys all and see me in the suffering of all humanity swept away to the waters.
You will find me when you lay down in the soft green grass and hear the birds sing...
Wish for love... and then you will see me.
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