Heavenward reaching clear and free, Birds from its top the world to see . A poem reaches beyond the sky, Can let even the blind see why. The soul has comfort in Jesus love, Imagines beauty of heaven above. Dove sleeps on a trees long arm. Builds a nest away from harm.
Food abounds, the dove can see, A perfect place, it's home to be.
Each presenting all views sublime, Sweet pleasure in passing of time, Viewing granduer of a great pine, Seeing in verse, a world devine. Both exhibiting for all to share, Displaying Gods beauty everywhere, Minds versed in Godly thought, A home for man our Christ bought.