Oh! How I long for heaven!
Deep breaths of holly blossoms
And crushed mint under bare toes.
Children laughing, chasing butterflies down
Ordered gravel pathways among quiet waving ferns.
But today, I do battle against the weeds.
The thorns and vines and thistles and mud choke
Disordered bouquets with tears and chaos,
Stains and prickles smothered by the stench of
Wet, damp decay.
Oh, how I long for heaven.