Dreams bloom from the sunny sunflowers Fragrant in their wake, a burst of colours Rain sprinkled A canvas, ready to be framed Nurtured in the streams, by rivers and lakes Questions none who harboured them Or how many
I don’t believe in heaven But if I somehow did I know you’d be there waiting for me How you were back when you lived I don’t believe in heaven But if I went there I would see Four little furry faces So happy to see me I don’t believe in heaven but Sometimes I wish I could If you had ever spoken I think You’d say that I should Because The closest I’ve been to heaven Was being loved by you The innocent love from pets now lost Is the truest love it’s true