Smelling freshly mowed lawn
Stargazing in darkness of the night
Sitting under an ancient fig

Everything flows like a raft
Encompassing all existence
Eden now too populated

God busy creating little angels
Good old pa still having a go
Gold lining on translucent clouds

Weather just right for full rainbow
Wisdom of an old man passed on
Winding down heaven’s window

Anytime now the wings shall grow
Angels fluffing their feathers
Anticipating landing on earth

Yesterday they were given flesh
Young and fresh by the manufacturer
Yawn, first breath and off they go

New generation
Of heavenly creation
Awakened