days of heaven

days of heaven

days like this

the blue sky is glimmering

natures bliss.


thanks for breathe

to God I give

another moment

the chance to live


counting blessings

one by one

all in nature

beneath the sun


days like heaven

yesterday has passed

may we enjoy each moment

let the summer last


today my refrain is,

short, sweet and thankful

true and ever hopeful

in this goodness I will remain




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