Heaven’s Gates

I cannot reach the apple on the tree It is always too high for me. I can never write that perfect poem It always eludes me no matter how Hard I try. Walking through the wood and on to The lake – is that paradise found? That drifting cloud – that blue sky? Are we in heaven here on earth To see such beauty? Are heaven’s gates ever locked if Beauty cannot be seen by the beholder? Is heaven a step too far, a place one Cannot reach, or are there glimpses Of heaven we can see here on earth As our life drifts from day to day?