"Clover Heaven"
There is a place called
Clover Heaven;
Where Life is renewed
and pain removed;
Where bodies are healed
and whole again;
Where life is now
filled with glee
as it must be;
A place our babies must go;
This place called
Clover Heaven.
Where the meadows are
full of Life
with peace and frolic
and no strife
nor fear of danger.
The flowers in full bloom
always changing colors
ever so grand
and a home for many others.
The breeze so soft,
free, and flowing;
So pure and brisk
and moves the grass
ever so tall,
it is a velvet carpet
afterall;
So soft and smooth,
so very snug;
tis a good place to curl up
and take a snooz
and baske in the sun
that is ever so warm.
This place called Clover Heaven.
Where the water is so pure and clean;
it looks like a mirror
that I can see
and admire the renewed me.
The clover seems to reach the sky
so full and free
a good place to romp and play
hide and go seek.
So you see:
The sun so warm,
The water so clean,
The grass so smooth,
The breeze so soft,
The flowers in bloom,
A place to romp and play
To baske or bathe,
To snooz and rest
With food aplenty
And water to drink
With bodies whole
And free of pain
With life renewed
and filled with glee;
A place they must go
To await their masters.
So dear Master
Dry those Tears
and smile again
For I wait for you
In this Place called
Clover Heaven.
written by:
Marge Calaway
01-01-01
