Heaven

By
More by this author
Heaven
The Elysian fields this will be
With soft swept grass bending peacefully
Tall mountainous trees grown bossy with time
This small-secluded place meant to be all mine
Not ever will water splash abound
Not ever will willows weep sad sound
Alas behold a tree branch fallen One imperfection makes all else sullen
Away the river bends
Frowns do the winds send
Special needs take to crackle the branch in shame
It’s ugliness the cause of its great fame
But the prickly blades of grass ought not to crow
For it’s the branch’s unique imperfections that make my heaven glow





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback