That Is How It Ought To Be

Many believe in a heaven somewhere in the sky Where when they draw their last breath their soul to will fly To the Kingdom of God way beyond the stars Way beyond the Planets of Venus and Mars Though since to an invisible god i am not one who pray Of the existence of such a place is not for me to say But each to their own belief is how it seems to me At least anyway that is how it ought to be It is only the praises of Nature that i choose to sing And of her four Seasons Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring Her beauty is visible and easy to see Everywhere i turn to look it is all around me I respect them for their faith those who believe in the unknown But like as is said to each their own And whether i am buried or my last remains to ashes will burn My Goddess is Nature and to her i will return.