As the wind blows the trees limbs wild and freely
And the leaves dance on the ground so beautifully
My eyes wonder carelessly to the flower bed
A field covered in blues, violets, reds, and yellows
Such beauty that grows up from the pits of hell
Steady giving praise to the Lord from the heavens above
I look up into the clouds at the deep blue of the sky
And see the birds souring so brilliantly and free
I knew right then that this was the life for me
Where I can live in a place that has heaven on earth.
Craig Mize
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-on-earth-14/
