The Flowers And Fruits Of Heaven

The flowers bloom forever, they never grow old, 

You can pick as many as you can hold, 

Just bend down and listen to their music so sweet,

They sing as you nudge them with your hands or your feet.

Pick fruit from the trees, enjoy as much as you like,

There's a never-ending supply; go on, take a bite,

Worry not that the juice drips through your fingers,

It all returns to source, no mess, nothing lingers.

When you'll open your eyes so bright, 

You'll be surrounded by an amazing sight, 

An angel will hold you in her arm,

And you will feel safe, happy and calm!