Going to sky

For those who miss
God provides
A light train to the sky
Words have already persuaded
The earth to wait

Already prepared
White clouds on the hill
Give a sign
The wind takes you away
From the center of the ocean

Not fast or slow
Because minutes and hours
Lie on the table
The mysterious hand changes its needles
Spinning back to 0

Time for snow
Freezing on the grass
While you undertake the journey.