The western fields of heaven

Honey suckle blooms in fields where the innocents play.

Upon the distant hill is the manse of many rooms in a land where it is always day.

Abusers forgotten in hell, they play hide and seek amid oaks and fields of bluebells.

Angels serve picnics at noon, as they care for the babes that left the world to soon.

No soul corrupted of earth is allowed to enter and stop their joyous mirth.

For only the innocents, taken to soon away, are allowed in the sweet western fields of heaven to play

Reviews

[serpent]

read like a prayer of sorts. mentioning about karma and doors to heaven or hell...
its somewhat a thought provoking piece...
nicely penned!