Soul

The soul is calm 

like a dove, my mom 

says doves take the shape of

souls and guide you to the above. 

Souls feel alive and loved 

for a soul to pass on they need to be beloved 

When I look up to the sky I know there 

somewhere is a dove on their way to the above.                                     

When I die, I will be a soul in a dove on my way to 

the above, my family will wait for me 

A loved dove, me, my soul.