(On Recieving A Paper Crane From A Friend)

White and lined
With blue, and a little
Red.
Smooth and flawless,
A shape of wonder.
Formed by beautiful
Hands.
A beautiful work of art
Itself.
I've heard that all
Beautiful things
Are a part of
God.
I see the paper crane
Flying in the clouds of
Heaven.
I've heard that if you make a thousand
-Paper cranes-
You get a wish.
There's magic within its many folds.