Heaven When It Is The Home

The beautiful garden where I planted flowering plants Slowly given proper manure and care Then one day I saw the happy thing There the buds coming from the plant Slowly steadily in all other plants I showed to my child to look the scene Where from these comes, my grandpa Another day I walked through the garden There a number of butterflies were flying Kissing, amusing, and flying here and there I stood a little away to see their plays My little grandchild ran across the garden Seeing the butterflies, large numbers Showing me the beautiful colored wings The child asks me where from the colors grandpa The beautiful colors, the wings with such mystic beauty So much thrilled the scenes from the garden The child jumped with happy feels and wonders There were answers none to offer the child Who makes the colors to the beautiful butterfly Then the following day the roses blossomed in full style The colors were different in various plants Some reddish, some rose color itself, others pure white The child amused seeing the flowers such a large numbers Ask me then how did they get the magnificent colors grandpa I told her someone from heaven gives it the colors Someone gives good fragrance all times to the petals Then another day the child asks me where the heaven is I blindly told her to look in the sky and see More distant where we cannot reach at all in life Then she asks me why did it more distant and not in earth I told her dear one, there the children makes world heaven There we do not require another heaven you know Your plays, your emotions, your singing all heavenly feel.