The Wings of Heaven
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A Poem
The wings of heaven, fly high not low
The wings of heaven, cherish thy right to flow
The wings of heaven, a longing that lasts
The wings of heaven, what left you aghast
The wings of heaven, arrive rather fast
The wings of heaven, will heal the bleak past
The wings of heaven, let everyone rise
The wings of heaven, their light will suffice
The wings of heaven,
On humanity love they bestow
For nature, her flowers will endlessly grow
In minds, new ideas will greatly emerge
From source, novelty, brilliance, beauty will forge
Opportunities spring forth, like spring’s holy time
Mother earth, she will blossom, she will sing a new hymn
The wings of heaven, no shadows they cast
The wings of heaven, freedom — at last