Heaven is like a green tree
   that blossoms,
in the Sun,
  it's the warmth of Spring
     but sitting in its shade.

     it's like a cool breeze on
       a chilly river-side
         that sways her branches
             and eases her spines;
            relieves her leaves.

it'll never leave-
       if we believe it to be true.
it continues-
       even after our end.