01/02/2020
There stands a little house
Made of logs,
Looks more of a cabin
Whitewashed in fog
A bird flies over
Perches on the tree
Flowers all over
Beautiful like you and me
Let's rush to the woods
Call people in delight
Feast on the greenery
Bathed with heavenly light
I have never seen heaven
But hope to see once
Is it something special?
Or same as this one
I unfold my heart
I recall the pleasant sight
I agree to myself
This is heaven in the light.
