Heaven is Here

A creation letter.

In the beginning

We’re fresh off a spark

We play fun games

And make a little art

We’re pure

And we’re clean

And we all still believe

In some kind of dream

As we get bigger

The spark stays in our heart

But less and less people

Play games or make art

Some get good grades

Because they’re real smart

And others know to laugh

When they hear a fart

As I’ve grown old

I’ve seen people change

Even though it’s sunny

They talk about rain

It’s not their fault

Their spark has grown dark

I just wish they’d spend

A little time in the park

So please keep your spark

Close to your heart

Before one day it all

Grows finally dark

Make a little art

Play a fun game

Be like a tree

In the face

Of the rain

Maybe when you’re gone

A tree grows in your place

And your soul flies up

And hangs out in space

With all your good friends

The party never ends

Enjoy your time on Earth

And make your amends

Heaven is here

Amen.

- Heaven Is Here

Willson McCullough

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