Its marveling bliss in one lick

Its pleasing reprieve in summers' dread

Its cooling head in summers' rays

the ice cream drips

on the sidewalk

under the tree

atop the worm

beneath the bee

beside me.

The mockingbird, a tranquil being of life sings to me

Smiling in the light

Innocently bright

Blessing those in sight

Abiding always by what is right

Beautifully created with perfected hands of might.

When I die

I hope

To smile with the angels

To sparkle like stars

To see my home inside the gates

To begin my life in a glorious place

This is my goal in life.

Nature is a glorious place.