A place call heaven

I know a world called heaven,

Where flowers never die,

Where the butterflies are made of gold,

Where the birds sing endlessly,

Where the wind attracts a fresh breeze.

I know a world called heaven

where there are Angels fluttering up high,

performing pleasant melodies,

where water is life.

A place where the love is not blind,

A place where one can completely rest.

I know a world called heaven

where the floor is made of clouds

where the concerns disappears.

Where hope is shining,

where the aurora of the morning never fades.

I know a world called heaven,

where the day never turns to night

where time and days don’t pass.

Where the sun always shines.

I know a world called heaven,

Where crystal bubbles display the present,

where there is no past,

Where each minute is enjoyed

as if it where the last.

I know a world called heaven,

where we arrive upon dying,

where dying becomes the second chance,

where in that time

where we truly learn to live.