I died and went to heaven and came back with a jolt.. in but the blink of an eye..just like a lightening bolt.. I know for a fact that I went there..coz all of my loved ones were everywhere. but they all had a look of shock on their faces.. it was as though I had stumbled on a private party of places.. When they saw me well they all tried to hide..but there was one white angel hovered by my side

She said to me “Your existence on earth is not yet done” then she kissed my forehead and I was gone..So I have just woke up in a hospital bed..in a bit of pain with a very sore head.. I haven’t got a clue how I got here.. my mind is just a blur and very unclear.. but I must have had an accident.. it’s like I have been in a war.. my neck hurts like hell and my shoulder is sore..

I know one thing and I am absolutely right..from out in the darkness I saw the light that night..my experience has made me understand..that one can only die on the Lord’s command..I can tell you I felt calm as a cucumber up there..with sense of serenity and not a single care..Somewhere somebody has a date written in the stars.. where angels hang around having seminars.. and on that particular time one will call out your name.. then your life will be over like a burnt out flame

There’s cackling and crackling as my kindling is alight..I smell burning creosote and the flames are bright..I love the ambience and I feel alright.. stoking up my hearth on a chilly Autumn night

There is nothing as nice as an open roaring fire as the yellow flames, tinged with blue rise up higher.. puffing grey smoke out through my chimney ***.. Oh I love my wood burner it hits the spot..I see all kinds of things within my mighty inferno..but then again my imagination’s very wacky you know

Cowboys chasing Indians riding on the hoofs.. as the blaze flares and flashes whilst the combustion poofs.. witches and warlocks wave wooden wands conjuring magic potions as frogs jump in ponds..There are faces from places that I knew in the past with happiness and sadness amidst elation and aghast

Sticky licky toffee is becoming a mischief, clustered in claggy clumps inbetween me teef.. dam thing is as yummy as hell.. tis as sweet as can be.. but Oh my God how my teef are hurtin’ me...🤣🦷

Slimy tracks of gooey trails from dilly-dallyer sluggish snails
Dawdling along in a laggard fashion..they take absolutely ages moving so they deserve our compassion

Such slowpoke procrastinators, hiding in their shell..how they ever get from A to B.. yet they do it very well..leaving lines of soggy slime everywhere they crawl..one can find them on patio paths and sticking on a wall.. Hail the glorious garden snail..we all salute your sight.. resting throughout the daytime and feeding thru the night

I am that tiny thread of grass, green, fresh and grand.. betwixt yon valleys..and highest hills.. I bring forth beauty across the land

Though you tread my spacious earth never giving me a second thought.. I am constantly at your beg and call to withstand weather’s juggernaut..for I am mighteous Mother nature spreading splendorous seeds of gold.. I paint the colours on the rainbows..my rottened fresh aghast with mould

Meander amidst my moorland meadows..swim my seven seas of brine..sail upon my salty oceans with that arced horizon line..bask below my scorching sun..gaze up at that bright moonlight..I am your four fantastic seasons..and the daytime with the night

My midnight sky of blinking stars twinkle on my canopy.. whilst I sweep away my shrouds of clouds hidden away clandestinely.. my teardrops teem as falling rain to saturate my soil.. an existence of an evermore creativeness uncoil

One single special seed amidst an acorn.. that small shaped shrivelled thing..shall grow into a towering oak tree..full of foliage in the spring..

Ah that lovely lonesome oak tree standing steadfast amongst the earth..garnished with it’s glorious greenery.. a canopy to shroud such special worth..there is none quite like yon blooming oak..a sheltering from the pelting rain..pickup yon seed of the oak..don’t let it lie in vain..

Plant the little oaknut and water it so well..and watch a tiny sprig of life rise from it’s shell..tend and nurture it and give it space to spread..scatter springtime bulbs all around the acorn bed.. betwixt the timelessness of time your oak tree will grow..with those sensational seasonal daffofils that you planted down below

Show me the light at the end of that tunnel.. one glimmer of hope to guide my way.. lead me on towards that lighthouse..away from darkness and dismay..

Lift this weight from off my shoulders..let the sunshine soothe my soul..part the raging waves before me..so that I may take a stroll..point me in the right direction..leaving doom and gloom behind..where the world has found salvation and humanity is kind

Yon flickered flame from that candle glowing amidst the eventide..shall give me hope to warm my wellness and find my strength to forage wide..I will win over woeful worries.. I can conquer all my cares..  my mind shall find positivity before I climb those pearly stairs