A Grandchild

I see a grave very small, Inside it an infant is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the first sky, I see the infant and I see a fairy, Breast feeding the infant, Singing a sweet melody, What a lullaby is this! I see a grave not too small, Inside it a child is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the second sky, I see the child and other children, Making too much noise, Playing hide and seek, What a game is this! I see a grave bigger than the two, Inside it a boy is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the third sky, I see the boy with a sweet lovely girl, They are sharing snacks, And cold drink, What a drink is this! I see again a grave is it, Inside it a teenager is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the fourth sky, I see the teenager keenly watching, The forbidden fruit on the bosom of a tree, With his keen thirsty eyes, What a fruit is this! I see another grave, Inside it a naughty youth is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the fifth sky, I see the youth with his old girl friend, Desirous to taste the fruit, But her beauty of refraining, What a beauty is refraining! I see one more grave, Inside it a father is sleeping, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the sixth sky, A lovely woman with all her charms, Relieving the father of his pains, And hard working for the child, What a child is this! I see last of the graves, It’s waiting yet for the old grandfather, His soul is away but where is the soul, I shall tell you, wait, and let me fly, To the seventh sky, I see nothing an Angel informed, His soul is in his lovely grandchild, What a grandchild is this!