Flying free throughout the air
In my grand paradise inside of heaven,
Ordering servants here and there
I love mansions so I have seven .
Having control over everything
Like wind and rain and fire and soil,
Or summer and winter and fall and spring.
And now cause I am here I don't have to toil.
Heaven is grand with streets of gold
Nothing is bad or rotten or wrong,
Everything's right - It's not even cold.
And there are no schools here with tests so long.
I know it will happen, though now it's just a dream,
It can still be as simple as it seems.
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This poem is about heaven which means a place where how I want to leave . It is a rhyming poem . I hope you would like and love to read my poems. :)