Heaven,
a spring in the meadow,
flowers blossoming everywhere,
tigers playing, acting happy and
joyous.
Lions, fighting for their food, for their shelter, for their health, for protection.
Beaches, sandy and yet a tropical place, peaceful in all of it's glory, all of it's time, it's like magic, hanging in the air by a thread.
Heaven,
the one place we will go when we die.
Please, tell me what you think about this poem.
