Heavenly beings

Heavenly beings.

 

 

Eternal in Heaven.

The day is warm, but the air is cool,

As I sit here watching an angel, who is sat upon a toadstool.

She plays the harp and whispers a song

And all around, children and their families are sat listening in silence.

They are loved; each and every one.

 

 

She is beauty in this place of peace;

Her blonde hair gently blows in the breeze.

Blue butterflies hover all around her.

The sun is shining on us all as she plays her harp

And softly she sings her words into the wind.

 

 

Tiny gnomes march past and the children glance up and smile,

At the unicorn that accompanies the gnomes, as they walk on by.

They are heading off to see God and the angels inside;

While we sit here on the outside, in the morning light.

 

 

I decide to go with them and leave the music behind;

I have a job to do, so I must do it, but I can do it in my own time.

You see, I am a poet and this allows me to be free,

Of those things which hold other people trapped;

Those things like obligations and duty.

 

 

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